The magic of Wild Women

In a village where the river flowed,  

Where laughter danced in sunlight glowed,  

Women gathered, side by side,  

With baskets full, their hearts their guide.  

They washed their clothes in waters clear,  

Wove stories shared, dissolved all fear,  

Each splash and scrub, a bond so strong,  

In community's song they all belonged.  

But one bright day, machines appeared,  

A modern touch, old ways disappeared,  

And with this change, a silence fell,  

A heavy breeze, an unseen spell.  

No more joy of rhythm sweet,  

No shared laughter in the summer heat,  

Solitude’s clutch, they each withdrew,  

Forgotten were the ties that grew.  

“We’re fine,” they said, a practiced line,  

But loneliness brewed beneath the shine,  

Years slipped by, and connections faded,  

Their hearts once full, now were jaded.  

In every home, the laundry spun,  

But in the stillness, they came undone,  

A longing grew, a whispered need,  

for friendship’s warmth, for hearts to heed.  

Independent, yes, so proud they stood,  

But on their islands, misunderstood,  

Isolation crept with gentle hands,  

Joy turned to dust, like shifting sands.  

Listen close, take heed, my friend,  

True magic lies in the hands we lend,  

Invite each other, break down the wall,  

In strength, together, we'll rise, not fall.

In days like these need stories shared,  

Vulnerable hearts, unafraid, laid bare,  

Salsa bowls and laughter’s embrace,  

In unity’s grace, we’ll find our place.

Here’s to the women, so fierce and true,  

To dreams united, to hearts anew,  

For in that river, the waters sing,  

When we come together, oh, the joy it brings!  

Let’s weave our lives in a tribe so bright,  

In shared hopes and struggles, we’ll find our light,  

We need each other, let’s not regret,  

For friendship’s a treasure, our hearts won't forget.

By Maggie Martin