Because They Stood
The grandmothers’ shoulders were broad
Cream-colored, sepia, walnut, and black
Sometimes ridges, like the edges
Of the furrows they tilled
Ribbonned their backs and shoulders
They supported the known world
Like Atlas held up the heavens
They stood proud and strong
On the broad shoulders of these wide-hipped women,
My grandmothers and their grandmothers,
On their convictions
Their work
Their dreams
I stand proud and strong
Grateful to be here right now |
| My Nanaw and Me |
Very nice, Friend!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Katie. Hope you are well. xoA
DeleteSuch warmth and strength. I love the image of broad shoulders and wide hipped women.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Anke. I'm glad you liked it. xoA
DeleteYou took today's prompt to such a lovely place. I really like the way the rhythm and meaning sing.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Beth. I appreciate your comments. xoA
DeleteOh, Annis, this poem speaks to the heart of women and the women that came before us. I feel it at a deep level. Thank you for this.
ReplyDeleteOh, Morgan. Thank YOU. xoA
DeleteThe inherited strength cannot be erased with time. Loved the poem Annis. Very pretty grandma :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sunita. Yes, we don't always think of the inherited strength, but it's there inside all of us. xoA
ReplyDeleteyour poem made me smile, and touched my heart..women supporting women YES!
ReplyDeleteZannie, yes. And thank you. xoA
DeleteThis is gorgeous- what a tribute to your grandmothers!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kathleen. I appreciate you reading and commenting. xoA
DeleteA beautiful tribute to women before us.
ReplyDeleteI like your comparison to Atlas. For, without women, how could the world go on?