The Woman
by Rich Reith










The woman feels the eternal worry of life.
Of parents, both loved and needed.

Suddenly dealing with the sudden liklihood
of living without them.

The woman has to be the sturdy foundation,
when her feet rest in shifting sand.









The woman finds the polestar of her life changed,
temporarily,
yet it feels eternally.
Other parts of her life,
which just yesterday were all of reality,
seem galaxies away.

Needing to be the strong daughter,
the weak sister,
the wife devoted to her parents,
the mother showing how to be a daughter,
the friend needing support,
all at the same time.







Roles, she seems to be filling roles,
yet they feel almost inborn.
Like an actress in a one woman show,
she transforms into one,
and another,
and another
in a day, or an hour.









So she will be what those she loves,
and who love her,
need her to be.
And standing over it all,
supporting each role,
watching from afar
yet standing with her hand in hand,
is her love,
her soulmate.





That knowledge brings peace.

Copyright © January 2006 by Rich Reith.  All rights reserved.