V-Day and W-Day meet in my mind
we sing one song, a hymn to a future without violence to girls and women
a joyful tune of tomorrow
our species walks in wisdom, dances with wolves, runs with the cheetah
we are ready now for all men to lay down their arms and be for us
making love the norm
we stand on our fore-mothers’ shoulders, we owe them this at least, to rise up, never give up
when we do this, the crack in the cosmic egg happens and a new world is born
Pictured below: my mother, Florence Boyd-Graham, 1913-2009
