Marjorie Rommel
The Grandmothers Go to War for Katherine
We are the strong ones. Bumptious, blue-haired,
rip-handed and dangerous in defense of our grandchildren,
we are an untapped Power. We are furious, disciplined,
manipulative, sly -- lessons learned in a half century
of service to quarrelsome men -- far more gimlet-eyed
than the children you would send off to war, leaving us to keen
at night, and we won't have it! We will not lie quiet while
generations are turned in a moment to scattered ash.
We have nothing to lose but our grandchildren: Send us.
Send us instead. We will shroud ourselves in burkhas,
cast down our angry eyes, pack ferocity around our ample
waists and under our lymphedemic arms, strap books
to our cottage cheese buttocks, poems to our fulsome thighs.
Unobtrusive as ghosts, we will slip over the false borders
and into the strongholds of those who would enslave us.
We are old hands at this. Black ships laden with riches,
we will bring to our sisters the perfume of knowledge.
We will bring them bright mirrors to show them their beauty.
We will show them our strengths, to share with their daughters.
We will show them our scars, and invite them to join us, for this
is a holy war fought by all women. Together, we are invincible.
In the names of our grandchildren, we are relentless and unafraid. copyright2001 Marjorie Rommel
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