I am a zigzag lady
With a fill-the-room smile.
A cream-with-my-coffee lady.
A do-you-need-a-hug lady.
My mind sparks dreams and doing;
Reason rhymes on my tongue.
My whispers echo, echo, crescendo;
The world knows who I am:
A step-stride lady
Who walks the Way.
The laughing years roll through my body,
But I do not wilt.
Wrinkles trace my face
Where Happiness left his fingerprints.
Purple streaks ribbon over my belly,
Reminding me of when my body grew
To hold and hide an almost-me.
I am woman.
I have the ultimate gift of Create:
The power to give someone breath,
To bring new love to the world.