I came across this beautiful piece of poetry while reading about the power of women. Its called “The Woman Who Understands” by Everard Jack Appleton.
Her strength is like none other. Being a stepping stone isn’t an easy job. Compromises and sacrifices can only be made by big hearts. The happiness when a dear one succeeds outweighs her struggles and by the end of the day, that is what matters.
This poetry is dedicated to all the women and young ladies. Here’s to strong women, may we know them, may we be them, may we raise them.
Somewhere she waits to make you win, your soul in her firm, white hands
Somewhere the gods have made for you, the Woman Who Understands!
As the tide went out she found him
Lashed to a spar of Despair,
The wreck of his Ship around him-
The wreck of his Dreams in the air;
Found him and loved him and gathered
The soul of him close to her heart-
The soul that had sailed an uncharted sea,
The soul that had sought to win and be free-
The soul of which she was part!
And there in the dusk she cried to the man,
“Win your battle-you can, you can!”
Broken by Fate, unrelenting,
Scarred by the lashings of Chance;
Bitter his heart-unrepenting-
Hardened by Circumstance;
Shadowed by Failure ever,
Cursing, he would have died,
But the touch of her hand, her strong warm hand,
And her love of his soul, took full command,
Just at the turn of the tide!
Standing beside him, filled with trust,
Win!” she whispered, “you must, you must!”
Helping and loving and guiding,
Urging when that were best,
Holding her fears in hiding
Deep in her quiet breast;
This is the woman who kept him
True to his standards lost,
When, tossed in the storm and stress of strife,
He thought himself through with the game of life
And ready to pay the cost.
Watching and guarding, whispering still,
“Win you can-and you will, you will!”
This is the story of ages,
This is the Woman’s way;
Wiser than seers or sages,
Lifting us day by day;
Facing all things with a courage
Nothing can daunt or dim,
Treading Life’s path, wherever it leads-
Lined with flowers or choked with weeds,
But ever with him-with him!
Guidon-comrade-golden spur-
The men who win are helped by her!
Somewhere she waits, strong in belief, your soul in her firm, white hands:
Thank well the gods, when she comes to you-the Woman Who Understands!
