Life of The Lady
Our birth and childhood, you were there,
A Maiden young, with golden hair.
You watched us crawl, and walk, and grow,
You taught us what we need to know.
Through puberty, those foreign lands,
Called teenage years, you held our hands.
You witnessed as we found a mate,
Through destiny, or luck, or fate.
Our Handfasting you cried a tear,
But we won’t worry, you’ll be near.
Our infants’ birth, you saw it all,
We know like us, they’ll hear your call.
But Maiden now is not your name,
A Mother too, we are the same.
You help us through our parenthood,
Teach us to nurture, like we should.
But when our children move away,
We know for sure that you will stay.
To guide us now, alone again,
To keep us free from harm and pain.
You witness every passing year,
Ageing bodies, greying hair.
We look to you, advisor, friend,
As you are with us to the end.
To us your children this is known,
Goddess of Maiden, Mother, Crone.
