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Women Warriors

I have six sisters and a mother

my mother taught me grace and beauty
in the face of anything
her footsteps were often
the only ones in the sand

The oldest sister I met last,
will come back to her.

Chris Ann taught me knowledge,
the science of building,
the power of thought.

Deborah taught me people are real
the value of love
sensuality.

Barbara taught me that we are
often a reflection of the world
and we can change it.

Adrienne taught me poetry.
enough said.

Patience taught me
love in adversity.

Charmaine, the first and last,
taught me I am not alone
we can triumph.

Do you wonder that I value women warriors?

 

— weirdelf, May 12, 2008

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Region, Country: Sydney, Australia, AUS

Favorite Poets: The Romantics, The Mersey Sound, The Beats and, of course, The Bard

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Barbara Writes

Barbara Writes

18 years ago

Great poem Jess

Smiles:) Barbara Six sisters all special warriors. never though of women as warrior in this context. Great concept. Your sister Barbara sounds a lot like me. The world is often a reflection of us and only we can change it. We can't change people and wouldn't want to try. We can be the best we can be though not perfectly. Five stars from me
weirdelf

weirdelf

16 years 5 months ago

acually, 18 months later, looking back on this post,

yes, you are like my sister Barbara, she gets things done, works hard, is creative and other people tend to under-estimate her. I know how strong, creative and wonderful you are, but I suspect a lot of people under-estimate you. Your need to put yourself out there to get appreciated. Cheers, Jess, reprehensibly irrepressible
Barbara Writes

Barbara Writes

16 years 5 months ago

hmmm never thought about it like that

True, but sometimes you get burned up by the adversity though appreciated, then appreciation can be hard felt through the scars. Underestimated yes, sometimes tend to infuriate the more popular. I feel proud that you consider me to be like your sister. It makes me feel appreciated and non underestimated. But then you give me courage to take opportunities I otherwise would not. ~~~~~~~~~ Be whoever you are At all times, and Remember that Because of this, people will Always Respect, and Admire you ©2008Leonard Respectfully Yours, Barbara
Candlewitch

Candlewitch

18 years ago

To Woman Warriors

You have some very wonderful women in your life Jess. Being a woman warrior is what I strive to be. Always, Cat
infinite_dwarf

infinite_dwarf

18 years ago

wow

A boy amongst 6 girls. lol! But seriously, though, great tribute to your sisters. Wish I had some too, so I could be appreciative of them... ~Lynn (Jess K.) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ~ "Last night I lay in bed looking up at the stars in the sky and I thought to myself, where the hell is the ceiling??"
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Jillian Botha

18 years ago

Bravo!!

I am sure your sisters loved this write as much as I did Jess. A beautiful yet to the point tribute to each. Thanks! Mistakes happen, do not dwell on them, live them, mourn them and move on to better things. (PS: if that does not work eat lots and lots of chocolate)
weirdelf

weirdelf

18 years ago

thanks Lynn, Feebie

Actually I haven't shown any of them. Growing up around so many sisters I have learned extreme diplomacy and at least one of them would probably get upset that I had said to little, too much, the wrong thing or not said somethign about something that I might or might not have done and referred to inconsiderately in relation to something else at another time. Or something. cheers, Jess
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18 years ago

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barbsdad2003

18 years ago

I notice, Jess, that ...

the comments placed hereabove have been, for the most part, from women. So here! I place mine, in hopes of creating at least a semblance of gender balance. BTW, I had/have two sisters. Lost one (30 years of age, she was) when a stallion quarterhorse kicked her in the temple. The other sister's still very much kicking. And sometimes rather too briskly. I'm visiting her now ... and for the next few days; then I fly back to home base. And of course I have to add that a number of women have been among my greatest life teachers. Healthy regards, Chuck Incidental PS: A fine piece you've sketched out here. Though I think you omitted a few details. (It's OK. I've no beef with that.)
weirdelf

weirdelf

18 years ago

thank Chuck,

I guess you read why I didn't say more, sisters are a minefield, that's why I didn't show it to them. The brevity is intentional, more details, more mines 8) cheers, Jess
RSScheerer

RSScheerer

18 years ago

Jess

A sensitive tribute to those women warriors in your life. For the record, women in general are a minefield, but don't tell that to everyone. I believe you learned well from each of your sisters and utilized each lesson throughout your life. Since it seems as if I was not able to pass any sort of knowledge to my brother, I can only hope that my sons will one day look back and consider me with such an honor. Best, Ronda
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Ashfae

17 years 10 months ago

How is it that you met the

How is it that you met the oldest one last? Or was it that you learned her lessons last? Women and sisters might be a minefield, but I bet your sisters would be thrilled to know you thought of them like this. I would be.
weirdelf

weirdelf

17 years 10 months ago

she was adopted out at birth

mum was 16 and dad was off to ww2. Us siblings only found out she existed about 20 years ago. She is a truly remarkable woman. I have since emailed this to my sisters and they all loved it except I spelled Chris' name wrong, du'up. cheers, Jess
Barbara Writes

Barbara Writes

17 years 10 months ago

Jess

Smiles:) Barbara still a great piece. a great write and tribute to sisters.
weirdelf

weirdelf

17 years 10 months ago

Ta Barbara

Also they asked why I didn't mention Mum, also a remarkable woman warrior. Because it was a poem about my sisters, Mum deserves her own poem, which I have written but not posted here, don't know if I will. cheers, Jess
Rett

Rett

17 years 10 months ago

Jess

The strength and love and lessons learned from "Women Warriors" would do us all well to heed. Well done sir! Rett: "At twenty, if you are not a Liberal, you have no heart. At Thirty, if you are not a Conservative, you have no brain." Winston Churchill
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orgami

17 years 10 months ago

Warriors

Raised with sisters all different i value intelligence and ferocity in women my women went through hell via men been on the recieving end of some interesting anger and situations my mother was pretty strong birth and adoptive i dont belong to the "Old Boy" or as I call it the "Oh Boy" club although I see their purpose I love my Lori five foot nothing and mighty as they come kind empathy loves me and Im a lot to handle a lot!!!!! But seriously I know a lot of ass kicking women and every one of them were sensitive loved their children and had respect Women are awesome I hate abusers
Seren

Seren

16 years 5 months ago

Jess … I hadnt read it …

Jess ... I hadnt read it ... but this is brilliant wish i had siblings i could have fallen back on, mine where much older and more interested in moving on with their life than dealing with the baby in the family,they were much older than me ... god six sisters ... lucky bastard no wonder your an amazing poet you had amazing women teaching you beautiful tribute to you sisters ... love and mountains of hugs Jayne x x
Barbara Writes

Barbara Writes

16 years 5 months ago

Jess

Reading this again hasn't stop being as beautiful and special as the first read ~~~~~~~~~ Be whoever you are At all times, and Remember that Because of this, people will Always Respect, and Admire you ©2008Leonard Respectfully Yours, Barbara
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Ink Dragon

16 years 5 months ago

hey mate,

I've just realized that I had missed this one at the time. We've had a chat about siblings a while back, so I already knew some of what you are saying here. And I have had occasion to see how comfortable you are with women - much as I am comfortable with men. I believe this is one of the benefits of having siblings who happen to be of the opposite sex - apart from the opportunity to hit on some of their friends during our wild teens and early twenties ;) Loved the tenderness of the poem. Yours, ~Nina P.S. Chuckling about Ronda's comment...miss her.
weirdelf

weirdelf

16 years 5 months ago

my next oldest sister is 6 years older than me

So I never got to hit on her friends. The plus side is I truly understand and adore women, as much as a human can. Even tend to slip into my bipolar cycles with their menstrual cycles, but that is hell on earth Cheers, Jess, reprehensibly irrepressible
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Jillian Botha

16 years 4 months ago

Had to come back a second time

Even after having read this again after the first read so many months ago Jess, still has the same impact!! Yours in script Jill Mistakes happen, do not dwell on them, live them, mourn them and move on to better things. (PS: if that does not work eat lots and lots of chocolate)
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 4 months ago

OOOOhhhh…. don’t tell me

OOOOhhhh.... don't tell me where it is... Men who fly with kookaburras.... now that NEEDS to be the name of your book! hugs, Anna
weirdelf

weirdelf

16 years 4 months ago

ok,

was also considering "Elves who wrestle crocodiles" o "Weird lion riding" Cheers, Jess, reprehensibly irrepressible [my new avatar is my skin with tattoo, kookaburra dive bombing with lit TNT in beak]
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anonymous1

16 years 2 months ago

I am one of six sisters to four brothers

Jess, I love your poem. Thank you for pointing me in its direction. I've wanted to write a poem for each of my siblings. I've written only one so far. I remember the fun we had saying all our names fast: ShirleyPeggyJoeBarbaraJohnLisaTheresaKevinKathyCharlie! The first 10 grandchildren are in the same girl-boy sequence as the children. Love your poem. Lisa