A Woman - Poem by Liza Sud

A Woman - Poem by Liza Sud

You think that a woman is writing a verse
Above a thick table she's hastily leaning.
But not in the house, in heart humble words,
Even in the kitchen while making a dinner.

Sometimes she is laughing, sometimes she is sad...
and the ringing lines she is threading like gem beads.
Sometimes she's offended, more often forgives,
She bends under burdens, but spirit is high.