Maiden, Mother and Crone by Vianny Nunez

 Maiden 

Soft, sweet, and silent. 

She is youthful, desired by all.  

She wears long, beautiful gowns. Awaiting the hand of someone who’s strong and tall. 

“A lady only speaks when spoken to.” 

Words that have worn her ears before she could lace her own shoes.  

“Don’t eat so much, a lady must always watch her figure.”   

The maiden’s first trigger.  

You see, she’s been trained and groomed to fit the needs of men. 

Before she could even reach the age of ten.  

Men are blessed with strength and glory when they're born.  

Women? We’re cursed with beauty and immediate scorn. 

You want us to fit perfectly into your ideals.  

But we’d rather swim with eels.  

There is more to her than what you can see. 

Have you even asked about her hobbies? 

Yes, she can cook and clean,  

but she can also create literary scenes.  

She aims to soar beyond the trees. 

We crave to do what we please, 

Without begging for permission from a man on our knees.  

 

 

 

 

 Mother 

Mother, beautiful, loving, kind, domestic.  

She loves and cares for you even when she’s sick. 

Sick and tired of the judgement for how she raises her kids. 

She’s doing her best, yet you still jest. 

Lest her husband see her rest.  

“Where’s my dinner?” he says.  

While she gets the kids dressed and pressed, ready for bed. 

Motherhood is not easy.  

The entitlement of men makes it harder.  

You want to be a father but won’t change a single diaper. 

You want to be a father, a husband, a king to your throne. 

But you leave your wife to drone 

On and on she goes to be the perfect wife and mother. 

Little do you know; she’s barely keeping it together.  

Would it kill you to help out once in a while? 

Take care of your own child? That’s wild. 

Check in on her, maybe a massage before bed.  

If you’re not doing that, how the hell do you expect to stay wed?  

 

 

 

 

 

 Crone 

You call her an old hag, stuck in her ways. 

“You’re just an old lady, you don’t know what’s going on these days.” 

Although that may be true, you don’t have to be rude. 

Be grateful she’s here, lend a listening ear. 

Because without her, you wouldn’t even be here!  

She’s lived and experienced more than you have so far. 

Some of her stories will leave your mouth ajar.  

You can cheat your way to knowledge, but you can’t buy time. 

She is resilient and wise. 

Look in her eyes. 

See the joy and pain underneath the disguise. 

Don't idolize the fleeting beauty in youth. 

Realize the truth. 

That aging is beautiful and that so called ‘crone” will be sitting on a throne.  

In the soft white clouds, where your ancestors roam.  

One day, you will find yourself praying for advice.  

Asking yourself why the world hasn’t been so nice. 

Your primordial mother will have the answers you seek.  

Then you’ll realize grandma ain’t so weak.