She Was A Lady...

I wrote this piece many, many years ago. Came across it as I was working on my latest book. Thought I'd share...

From the tip of her beautiful hair to the sole of her stylish shoe,
She was a Lady.
From the elegance of her walk, to the sincerity of her smile,
She was a Lady.

She had a quiet, understated strength about her,

She never needed to ask for respect or admiration, it was
hers for the taking.
Never wore a short skirt or bright make up to be seen,
Never raised her voice to be heard,
Never compromised her integrity to get ahead.
Some would call her a wholesome woman,
To me, she was a Lady.

She carried herself with pride, but never arrogance,
She was highly ambitious, but never ruthless,
She stood her ground assertively, but never forcefully.

She appreciated quality, but was never flashy.
She had a light-hearted side, but was never childish.
She enjoyed her life, but always with sophistication.

With each step she took, she seemed to be saying:
‘I will do what I do & I will do it well, but
if I am to do it the best I can, I need to do it my way:
Like A lady.’

Her devotion to God, to herself, made her the ultimate woman.

Yes, as I look at her, I must admit,

From the tip of her beautiful hair to the sole of her stylish shoe,
She was a Lady...

Dedicated to my beautiful mother...