T’was like the Robin’s song in spring,

Building nests with rainbow string,

Reminding me that life will be,

A song in heart: a sign of thee.

Reflections of my Mother’s dreams

Fly high in sky; it’s what it seems;

A time to flourish and unbend:

To nurture that – which has no end.

A woman made of simple earth,

Measured gain, I call my worth;

A port in storm, a meal at night:

A heart that beats undying light.

We are women ‘round the world

Embracing love with arms unfurled.

Taking in and letting go;

Planting seeds to help them grow.

I’m not alone; I’m one of all:

Women praying to a wall;

Women dusting off the murk;

Women smiling as they work;

Teaching love instead of hate;

Waiting at the garden’s gate;

A gate protecting all within:

Smiling with prophetic grin.

Moons will rise and suns will set,

As women charge to pay the debt;

Of mentions made before their time,

While casting life without their rhyme.

Women grow the tree of life,

While being woman, or being wife.

Expanding like the universe,

While living their poetic verse.

We are the ones who bring on change;

With ages spanned o’er massive range.

We stand for you; we stand for us;

We stand for life, because we must.

Women are the wings on birds;

And comfort others with our words
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We’re women now, like women then:

We’re to be counted, once again.

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