DIana

Day 178

I know she smiles down at me
The sweetest moon
Peeks through the clouds
shines through the gloom
I call her Diana.
The Goddess so wild
She encourages women
Not to be meek or mild
Oh dearest Diana
You helped me so much
I whispered your name
When I needed your touch
You wiped all my tears
And took up my hand
And said Get off your arse
and your life will be grand

Diana doesn't mess around.