| Women They were women then
My mama's generation
Husky of voice--Stout of
Step
With fists as well as
Hands
How they battered down
Doors
And ironed
Starched white
Shirts
How they led
Armies
Headragged
Generals
Across mines
Fields
Booby-trapped
Ditches
To discover books
Desks
A place for us
How they knew that we
Must know
Without knowing a page
Of it
Themselves.
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