To the Woman...

To the woman who must eat her words

Served from life’s silver spoon

‘I forgive you’

Those things she vowed ‘she would never do’

She did

Too soon

To the woman who spouted inexperience first-class

Before she hit a wall

To hear the echo

Of Solomon's

Wise words

‘Pride goes before the fall’

To the woman whose firsts caught her off-guard

And whose lasts are a veiled baritone

As she stubs her nose, her toes

Often

Hard, to learn

Disappointment is a stepping-stone

...to the woman who is the rung

On a ladder

She would scale given time

But must be the step

Instead of the dreamer

While another learns to climb

To the woman who cannot rely

Solely on what she sees

But knows

...Time is patient teacher

Without favorites

And by God’s grace she goes

© Janet Martin