Definition of a Woman

Is it the breasts on her chest? Or is it the skirt that she wears? Is it the shape of her legs Or the warmth of what hidden in-between there? I think it's the way that she holds herself When walking it's with grace Her style of dress And when her lips together press The words that come out of her mouth Te flow of her tongue The flash of her teeth And the beauty of her feet A woman is she who carried me in labour A heavy load within her for nine months Moving back and forth, all around Slowly but surely growing in her tummy mound She is her who when things were not the way I liked Told me that everything will be alright When over me hung a dreary, dark cloud She told me not to worry, the sun will once again shine A woman is she who taught me forgiveness And that nothing is solved by bitterness All this spoken with wisdom from her own experience Which in her life, with her own eyes, she has witnessed It is the twinkle in her eyes A glow of the fire deep inside The sway of her hips And the sweet colour of her lips