Womb to Womb

Womb to womb
The knowledge passes
There is no other way
It could have been

Sisterhood is not a myth
Or if it is it has achieved
Its mythic size and shape
O’er countless generations

In secrets whispered by
Small flickering fires and
Painted on the walls of dark
Caves through the ages

Many of us they reviled
And burned as witches
Frightened by our woman’s
Power and our magic

And even now when we are
At a far remove from caves
Still I teach my daughters
In the ancient secret ways

Men speak of wars and
Weapons and of conquest
But it will be women who
Determine our survival