The Art of Knowing

A woman should have, within her grasp,

The means to walk away from a clinging past—

A haven to call her own, if need be,

A place she can claim for her liberty.

A woman should have that perfect attire,

To shine in the gaze of her heart’s desire,

And a smile she can wear, wide and bright,

For an impromptu date or a job interview’s light.

A woman should have memories rich and bold,

Stories of youth and adventures retold,

A past she embraces, with wisdom and grace,

And a future she designs at her own pace.

A woman should have tools, both mundane and fine,

A screwdriver, a drill, and a touch of design—

A friend who can laugh with her, unrestrained,

And another to hold her when tears are unfeigned.

A woman should have her own cherished chair,

A new piece of furniture, a statement of care,

Eight matching plates and glasses that gleam,

A recipe to serve, a culinary dream.

A woman should know how to love, yet remain,

True to herself through joy and through pain,

How to part ways with grace when it’s time,

And how to push forward, or let go, so sublime.

A woman should know her worth is her own,

Not shaped by the past, nor the seeds she’s sown—

Her hips, her height, and the flaws of her youth,

Are simply chapters in a life’s truth.

A woman should know what she’ll do for love’s call,

And where she’ll find solace when she’s feeling small,

She should know whom to trust and whom to keep near,

And how not to let doubts or fears interfere.

A woman should know her limits and her span,

What she can achieve, and what lies beyond her plan,

Where to find peace when her soul feels confined,

In her best friend’s kitchen or a retreat she’s designed.

For every woman should know this art,

Of holding her strength and mapping her heart—

A compass within, guiding each stride,

Through the dance of life, with grace and pride.