Woman Without Rib
My mother told me
That love is perishable
If it stands on the wrong
Rib
she said
A woman without
A rib is a strong wrong
Empire
She told me that
Beauty is in the character
And love is an action
As she had grown
To know that
Occasions makes no
Hero but heroes makes
The occasion
She said
A fish in the water is escapable
From Fisher men
A fish wife is a ribless woman
The husband can never
Escape from her claws
Respect your rib she said
But the harvest of a woman
Is real when she is groomed
With homely Manner's
And not because she is
Beautiful
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