They are but shadows in our minds,
disturbing chills upon our necks.
They are the one heartbeat every minute
that is a little stronger than the rest.
They are part of every independent woman.
They make us strive for more.
They are that long remembered something
that we cannot quite explain..
Their ghosts awaken us at night
reminding us of battles fought,
Some believe they are no more—
some historians say they never were,
but we know better for
they are alive within our hearts.
Their shadows haunt our memories—
fleeting remembrances of something grand
that is still part of each and every one
Warrior women from the past
who, if we let them,
will guide us to the future.
We bow before you, Amazons,
knowing that we were you and you are us.
Our pride will not allow us to forget
that your blood courses through our veins.
All Hail, Amazons, All Hail.
©October 2, 2006