Women’s History Month and Poetry in their Honor

I want to spread awareness in honor of the women who Mattered more, loved fiercely and cared unendingly without the promise of reward or glory.

This is for all the Princesses that never got to wear their Crowns.

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The Last Scintilla of a Russian Doll

Without her at ninety

there would be no me at sixty

nor my daughter just turning thirty

and her baby just breaking three

almost two centuries the sum is thee

Had her path changed

had her steps been longer

if she was late just once

and missed that train

or turned another corner

These micro-moments play out

in grand manors and Bucolic hills

in shelters for the bruised and battered

so finely they could switch and scatter

and change at once forever

With her eyes now failing to see

I will tell her of the lungs that breathe

the hearts that beat

and the smiles that shine

because she had me

and I had mine

Because of you

because of one rainy day

when you took the other lane

and decided to love us

and keep us safe

I now have a daughter and her the same