For Women Only

There came a day when I discovered
that I am beautiful.
It came as a friend,
this comfortable knowing,
warm like spiced tea and sunshine.

A spring breeze touched my hair,
brushed my cheek
and I acknowledged my power.
I know what it is to be a woman.

I stretched my body on green grass
feeling the strength of the earth
beneath me.
She who cradles with love
will not let her daughters fall.
Images of my mother
her mother
her mother
flashed behind sun warmed eyelids.
I saw my daughter
a woman not yet conceived
but no less beautiful than me.

I saw you, sister,
I saw your power.
You touched my hand and
you were electric.
Beyond the blood and the tears
we are the joyful,
we are the true celebrators of life.
We are the Magic.