5 August 2012
How I look up at her with awe,
That strong striking woman running to her car.
Clack clack clack her heels go on the ground,
She is six inches off the ground with a look on her face that could scare a whole crowd.
Coffee in one hand and a phone in another,
She's only just got up and she already needs another.
Storming into her office now,
She looks like she's about to have a cow.
Papers, files and coworkers lay everywhere,
Everything is in disarray and she questions why she bothered to stay.
Lunch time comes and she stares out of the high rise window,
Thinking of the young girl who stared at her in awe the same way she did once before.
The Strong Woman • Opuss № I