A diamond ring
While a girl is growing up her mother imparts
All the knowledge she has learnt of men and men’s hearts
The house is a castle and the man is the King
There is much you must do to attain that ring
Your duty is clear your honour is bought
The symbol of which in gold ‘tis wrought
You must wash and clean then iron and press
Meals to prepare and an evening dress
A face that shows no glimpse of dismay
What matters now is “How was your day?”
With a sigh of disgust and a look of disdain
You listen to your mothers refrain
It is a new century you tell her a girl is no longer a chattel
The castle has been liberated and the men lost the battle
Today’s women can afford to choose for themselves
They are no longer made to feel they have been left on the shelves
Men now must work for the honour
To vie for the attention they wish to bestow upon her
It is the woman who now holds sway
The man who now mutters, “How was your day?”
Shelley Ornsby
July 29 2006
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