Not an original piece of writing

A few days ago, I read a poem on a friend’s Facebook wall. It was not an original post, my friend had found it somewhere. The poem was brilliant and ordinary at the same time, because it was a fantastic idea expressed in rather commonplace words. I have made an attempt to rewrite the poem. Let me share it with you and bow to its unknown creator.

Woman

I was born because she was there to hold me within herself, my mother. 

When I was an infant, there was another woman to play with me, my sister. 

When I went to school, there was a woman to show the way, my teacher. 

When I needed shelter, there was a woman to make a home for me, my wife. 

When I was down, there was a woman to gently hold my hand, my daughter. 

When I die, she will be there to take me in, Mother Earth. 

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If you are a man, value every woman. 

If you are a woman, be proud to be one.