Four of these lines have been in my head for over 25 years, after I composed them in a bout of bad singing in the car, just having fun. This morning I decided to see if they could be fleshed out to a legitimate song.

Woman’s Way
(a song)

Time and tide wait for no man
but woman flows to fit them in the way she can,
gentle touch over the land
and things that live come eager to her steady hand

She’ll help them grow,
she’ll watch until she knows
the ways to softly, firmly nudge them
as they want to go,
she will provide,
she’ll be a guide,
unafraid of growing with them
she will match their stride

Breathing in, breathing out,
what is speed to the seeds as they sprout?
Each is met in its own time,
so they fulfill the rhythm and the moment’s rhyme

The seasons speak
and she is meek,
she’ll hear their music
all her days and in her sleep.
This is the dance
and this is how we live,
this is the way of woman
and what she will give.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 8, 2017