Hers

She finds it fun

Wearing legless garments

Covered in scentless flowers

And twirling on the sidewalk,

Pulling along her man

With that grip of a bold,

Independent bird:

Today is her day.

And she drags with her

The gentleness of love

Which twirls about as if it were

The wind catching

Her embroidered dress,

Finding it fun her

Leading the way

With her hair on her

Shoulders not at all

Tired from the weight.

And she crushes the hand of her crush

Yet does so delicately,

Because today is her day,

Which won’t be ruined

By the broken fists of disagreement.

And she finds it fun,

The knowing that

This is her day,

As she struts in front

Of her man,

Who can only stare

At her trailblazing confidence:

She finds it fun,

Her day of extending

Her gentle arm behind her,

Walking excitedly to let go

For him to follow--

She finds it fun,

Knowing these days are

Hers.