In this luminous tapestry of verse, Maria Elizabeth Freire unveils the quiet alchemy of womanhood—where generations of women echo in ancestral whispers, kindle shared flames, and anchor unyielding roots that bloom into a chorus of resilience, reminding us that feminine strength is both inherited and endlessly reborn.
Many women, we are one, dancing in the rain,
like unfulfilled promises sliding down our skin.
Many women, we are only one, embraced beside the burning fire,
the spark of our laughter breaks the silence,
as we burn in flames of shared stories,
and dreams as sweet as honey.
Many women, we are an echo of repression and anguish,
we remember our grandmothers on nights that have not been forgotten,
their hands weaving dreams in the storms of the soul,
to them, we embrace with hardened strength.
The thread of the loom has passed through generations,
the hot mate around the fire unites a thousand voices,
the song of women resonating in our land,
recreating old emotions in me.
We are a story forging thousands more that will come,
paths where our daughters will walk freely.
We are a blessed womb that houses life,
rivers of strength and love flowing in search of freedom.
We are seeds,
roses blooming in adversity,
butterflies flying with hope,
firm land challenging the wind,
water in motion, always alongside life.
We are daughters of time and its song,
we are mothers sowing the future,
women forging memories,
ancestral fairies flying under the moon,
navigating rivers of dreams,
weaving a legacy that shines with the golden thread of hope.
