When I think about being a woman,
I think about wanting to be loved and romanced.
I think of flowers and perfume.
Especially being wined and danced.
I think of dirty laundry and so many blue jeans,
Two boys, three dogs, two cats, one rabbit with
schedules, feedings, and a full time job.
Let’s not forget my husband’s shirts to be ironed.
Not to leave out all the sports I have to watch,
Then I think of the feelings inside of me.
There is the pride, the warmth, the joy I feel
the hugs, kisses, most important the love I receive.
When I think of being a woman,
I think about what a gift this glorious feeling is!
And I thank God for making me a woman!