A Woman’s Beauty ©
By Michael Casey
A
woman's beauty has many seasons too, the first smile that floors any
man, the kind word that heals any hurt, the tears that break any heart.
The touch that offers sympathy, the consoling hug. The softness that
brings hope to all of us. Softness is strength. All kinds of graces that
are like pearls throw before swine, swine being men in the main.
A
woman loves from her heart, a man tends to love from his loins until
he is educated by the love of a good woman. Women don’t battle and try
to win all the time, tender words are given to children, and men are
just children who pretend they are all grown up. Words and curses are
used and it’s the women who are the peacemakers, when all the wars are
over its women who are left to bring the family together.
Family
is woman, the home the hearth is woman, men are out working and the
mother glues the family together while the men are at work. Times
changed but still its mum and the kids, they are the family, dad is out
working up to 16hours a day, at least my dad was. When dad is off work
for the weekend then the family is full and complete, laughter rings out
and when the ice cream van is heard in the street dad sends us out to
get some ice creams. TV shows are watched together, kids snuggle up to
dad to rest their head on his fat belly, dad’s Winnie The Pooh like
belly.
As
kids it’s the mother who teaches the children their first prayers, it’s
the mother who spread the Faith, but why is it that only men are the
priests? A mother encourages and sooths, a dad gives the pocket money
out at the weekend so you can go to the Grove Cinema. On a Sunday there
is cake and tea, dad goes to the pub and comes home with cheese and
onion crisps in his pockets. Warm memories, memories that make up
Family, then one Saturday night in May , mum is gone. Mum is dead, the
priest comes to the house in the early hours returning with brother and
sister, dad cries it finally hits him, his wife of nearly 50years is
gone. Dad said mom had all the Graces, “She was as strong as a horse”
which is high praise coming from a blacksmith.
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