I DEMAND..

Yes, I would love to have My Space

A little nook that is me.....

To be myself, to potter around,

To experiment, to create, to plan,

To think, to meditate, to chew on,

To cherish memories, to dare to dream......

My Space....is absolutely mine

undefined by latitudes or longitudes,

by geographic or political boundaries,

Unmeasured in units, percentages, halves or fulls....

Because...

My needs are few, my responsibilities infinity,

My time is limited, my hope limitless,

My body is fettered,but my mind soars high

Free and feisty, like a bird in the sky....

My Space is my mind....

Limitless.....Beyond...

Time, Distance and Reality....

It is both you and me,

It is Sacred and Infinity,

Tread on it lightly...... it is also fragile....

It is my life.........

MY HALF....

I wouldn't ask for half my share,

My right, my inheritance, or the world,

But would ask of you and the human race

For just an "Iota of space"......

An Iota of Space......

In the vast expanse of your scientific mind,

That explores space,tracks planets, and discovers galaxies....

Let me be....

A tiny reminder of my dim existence....

Me, your daughter, a living presence!

An Iota of Space.....

In your brilliant brain that imitates God,

Decoding, modifying and cloning genes....

Let me be.....

A small voice in my mother's womb,

Pleading to live, I am God's child!

An Iota of Space....

In your romantic, generous, heroic heart

That is brave and gallant in any fight....

Let me be.....

a vibrant throb, a beating pulse.....

A speck of life that shouldn't be burnt!

An Iota of Space.....

In your world of Commerce, Cricket and Cars,

White collar jobs, Stocks and Shares,

So that I can be....

A gentle surprise.... that ME...

Though humble and weak, gentle and meek!

Could be clever and capable, competent and cool.....

In a world that could be 'OURS' instead of 'YOURS'

MY WORLD

What do I care for Riches and Rights?

Why should I yearn for freedom and might?

What would I do with my share and birthright?

To me it is naught....

IF....

I have your love,

To respect, regard,and honour

The many roles I assume

As sister, wife, mother,

As academic, career woman, or any other,

To cherish, value and treasure,

My life that I give to you....

My mind, my hands, my feet, my womb,

My waking hours, my many moods,

My pain and my sorrows,

My smiles and my laughter,

My songs and stories,

For,

You are my world, and this is my universe!