Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Woman - Fiction 55


Born a child and celebrated as Goddess, she was a woman. Clad in pink, frills and bows, she was a woman. Taking care of brothers and sisters, she was a woman. Crawling, crying, caring, bleeding, and with glass ceilings, she was a woman. Exhausted, her newborn child in her arms, she was again a woman.

4 comments:

I'll try 2 be truthful said...

sach

I'll try 2 be truthful said...

and cool blog , nice pics :)

Vinnie said...

wow..art n all ah?? good good:)
n yes, she is always a woman!

u said everything about her life cycle in 55, wah wah!

Vinnie said...

Ae Captain!
where art thou?
the seas r a callin
look, here r ur allies
with salty, misty eyes :(

hope alls well with u n ur wife:)