Welcome Poetry Friday: In the Mourning & A Call to Gather
POETRY FRIDAY IS HERE! Thank you for stopping by. Today, I am honored to host the community that continually inspires me. Please find the Mr. Linky below to wander the Poetry Friday posts and/or to add your poem to this week's roundup. Today, I offer... In the Mourning On my walk, I think of two women I sit between in time: The Grandmother, who ran her home like a business. and The Granddaughter who, someday, may run her own. I bury my face, in hands that know the work, after witnessing another woman, qualified, steady, competent, brushed aside. I want to run into my house, bolt the door, never go out again to meet the eyes of other women who sold the dream for pennies. But my grandmother, who lived in a time that kept her from the job she wanted, her own money, her own home, whispers - no, shouts - in my ear, "There is work to do." My young granddaughter is watching from my lap, she saw the warrior woman, head strong, heart open, stand, and with great strength say, &