A certain slant of light,
In winter’s darkest hour;
It whispers softly, gently,
With feminine, gentle power.
For though the world may valorize,
The traits of strength and might;
There is a gentle power,
In femininity’s light.
It’s in the tender touch of love,
The grace of movement’s flow;
In empathy and compassion’s gift,
That’s gentle, kind, and slow.
For femininity is not weakness,
Nor is it meek or mild;
It’s a strength that comes from within,
That’s gentle, yet so wild.
It’s in the courage to love and care,
To nurture and to heal;
To stand with grace and dignity,
When faced with pain and steel.
So let us not forget the worth,
Of femininity’s sweet grace;
For it’s a vital part of life,
In every time and place.