Let me not think on’t
Frailty, thy name is woman!
Oh Shakespeare, thus you spoke
N branded as frail, women forever
Yet she is the one who nurtures life
For days and months as untold risks
And discomfort is endured with a smile
She walks the tightrope of home and work
Juggles a dozen apples and yet does not shirk
From dawn to dusk, her work never ends
Even in sleep for home n hearth she plans!
From rocking the cradle to handling the ladle
From picking up a pen to picking up a scalpel
She does it with a panache sincerity n a smile
Hey Shakespeare I call it Holy Grail not frail
Calling all u Shakespeares out there, she’s not Frail!
In response to Daily Prompt. Frail