Mothers pass on to their daughters
A big nose,
A long toe.
We look like ghosts of the past.
They pass on their ideals.
In this, we are not so different.
The women who came before us are shown in
Our iron wills,
The steel in our spines,
And our quiet remembrance,
Of those that had to fight.
The stood for the same things that we do.
A hundred years later we still
All that has changed are the circumstances.