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Greetings, my dear digital friends!

This week’s poem is dedicated to my eldest daughter on her birthday.

My daughter(s) have blessed my life in ways I could never have imagined.

And I celebrate the woman she has become. Her humility and intelligence. Her inner strength and resilience. Her sensitivity and empathy.

I truly hope this poem will speak to your heart. Make you think of a woman you know who refuses to let men define her… or her worth.

Maybe even you.

Please let me know your own thoughts, feelings, and reactions to this poem in the ‘Leave a Reply’ comment section at the bottom of this page.

-PS Conway ☘️ ☘️ ☘️

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words penned by men often pretend

to understand the mind of god;

explain away their fragile virility

with archetypes of strength, of power

an eagle rides a stag down rays

of light from a sun hung high in the sky

we wide-eyed sycophants succumb

struck dumb by our own inability

to deconstruct a metaphor

or understand the subtleties of moonlight

a baby girl birthed ‘long a river bank

cries into the night for the right

to defy timeworn stereotypes

hard keening for a seat in that manmade pantheon

for she shall never be some doe-eyed Cressida

labeled deceiver, unfaithful, oath-breaker

no, she shall devour that apple from the tree

because she is so hungry for those seeds

knowing she was not born for relegation

she was born to be all – perhaps even more