Free verse, Poem

Day 68: The Women

On this sacred day,
I give thanks
For the many women
Who have made me strong
And the many women
Who continue to inspire me
To be more than I can imagine.

My mother who bore me,
Nine months of pain,
To birth a child,
Who needed special care.
She did not stumble,
In her love and protection,
Teaching me that I was
More than a medical diagnosis
Her child in every way
Patient, kind and loving.

My aunts who supported me,
From the ones who flew
To my mother’s side,
Her sister by marriage
Friend in trust,
To those not bound by blood,
Never making us feel a loss,
Though our mother’s arms were gone,
Reminding me that we were always,
Giving, smart and inclusive.

My sister who loves me,
A protector and fighter,
My first friend,
Who set the standard so high,
Reminding me that I am
Gold and diamonds,
A precious gift to all.

All my other sisters in my corner,
Bonded by blood or love,
Who keep me on my toes,
Inspire me to change
And teach me that I am
Worthy, a fighter and flexible.

The young women in the generation after,
Who remind me that things get better,
All that has been accomplished
To recall that legacy
Is passed on.
The new bearers of herstory
That we are
Resilient, demonstrative and kind.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy


International Women's Day (2)

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