There is no strength like Woman,

Give life like Woman, 

Breathe love and light into little lungs,

Bound by water or blood, born in your arms,

There is no miracle like Woman,

Greatest gift, you belong to Woman,

Who tore in two halves and broke her bones,

Who would die for love, of gift unknown,

There is no home like Woman,

Who did not carry, but is miracle like Woman,

Blood is not born alone of the same skin,

But of warmth, seeds planted that grow within,

There is no pain like Woman,

Break a part away, no sorrow like Woman,

Who ripped a piece of her soul from her flesh,

And gave her gift, a blessing for an empty nest,

There is no loss like Woman,

Blood to womb, heart beats like Woman,

Old hands now cradle little feet,

Stolen time, a gift she will never meet,

There is no suffering like Woman,

Who mourns, no healing like Woman, 

Who rises from ashes through aching bones,

Frame bruised, hands steady, from her hurt she grows,

For there is no one like Woman,

No strength, no wonder like Woman,

A being, a home like no other,

They call her Woman, but she is mother, 

Strong Woman.