Come to the Circle
Franz Stuck [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons COME TO THE CIRCLE by Linda M. Rhinehart Neas Mother, You rock to a lullaby beat. Nurturing, loving, Guardian Angel to those Whose tiny hands leave prints upon your heart. Come to the Circle. Woman, You stiletto march your route. Scorned, abused, Necessary evil to those Whose eyes see not your soul. Come to the Circle. Daughter, You run headlong into Life. Laughing, singing, Radiant hope to those Whose hands guided you along the path. Come to the Circle. Woman, You climb the corporate ladder. Aggressive, determined, Amazon warrior to those Whose fears scorn the beauty of your mind. Come to the Circle. Grandma, You sit in aging silence. Feeble, forgotten, An empty shell to those Whose lives fa...