Rejoice in the company
Of women,
Of Woman’s eyes,
Dark, dangerous
For good reason.
Knowing the truth of
mothers, sisters
whispers, and tears
work, and sweat.
Rejoice at hand touched,
A soft breeze.
Eternities
Of courage
My love.

 Courage
 

I wrote this poem for the women of Hemingway’s on Grace Bay, who soothed our hearts and touched us with their kindness.