When Women Gather ...

We know we are sisters.
We feel it in our bones
Running through our veins
Like indelible ink 
On mystical certificates of birth
Stored somewhere in the starlit pantry
Of the Great Goddess,
Keeping track 
While constantly creating
Supporting ... destroying 
Worlds upon worlds; 
Unable or unwilling to rest
Like our mothers
And their mothers.
~ Dee Gold ~