Her Stories Woven
In the quiet hum of history’s thread,
Whispers of women, in silence, were bred.
Voices once muted, now rise with the dawn,
A tapestry woven, their legacy drawn.
From fierce queens who ruled with wisdom and might,
To those in the shadows, igniting the light.
With courage, they marched, with grace they defied,
In every small act, their spirits reside.
Through suffrage and struggle, they claimed their own space,
With ink-stained fingers, they altered the pace.
Investors and dreamers, the healers of fate,
Their stories, a chorus that resonates great.
In classrooms and boardrooms, in labs, and on screens,
They shatter the ceilings, pursue their bold dreams.
With passion ignited, they rise and they stand,
Building a future, hand in hand.
From Lovelace to Parks, their wisdom inspires,
Each woman a beacon, igniting the fires.
They’ve fought for the voiceless, for justice and peace,
Their strength in our struggles will never cease.
Let’s lift up their names, our sisters and those who inspire,
And every unsung soul who dared to aspire.
Through laughter and headache, they’ve forged the path,
Their legacy shines, a resplendent wrath.
So let us remember, and honour, and see,
The strength of the women who shaped you and me.
With every small moment, their echoes persist,
A legacy rich– impossible to miss.
This month, let us celebrate, lift up their call,
For history’s not just the past; it’s with us all.
With every new chapter, the stories we weave,
In the fabric of time, it’s their power we believe.
In every small victory, in every loud cheer,
Their spirits around us, and their vision is clear.
Together we stand, as the torchbearers now,
With gratitude and reverence, let’s take a bow.
For every fierce woman who dared to be bold,
Who broke every barrier, who built the mold.
We honour their journeys, their struggles, their strife,
In the march of our progress, they breathed into life.
