The Matriarchs Poem by Rosi Caswell

The greatest battles since days of old,

We hear the stories now and then,

As down the centuries their echoes are told.

They're fought by the mothers of men.

The strongest armour their truth will pierce,

A mother's love raised to such height,

That there's nothing exists on earth so fierce.

For him to the death she will fight.

With no hesitation, she will strike his foe,

With him standing next to her tall.

She will teach him to exact justice, as through life they go.

For to balance situations, one and all.

Then she stands back in pride with a smile,

As he forward in battle steps out.

She's taught him to always go just one more mile,

For his foe to seek and rout out.

She'll always be there, on each level exist

For no warrior is e'er so strong.

She will guide his way forward through life's every twist,

Whatever it takes, or how long.

So please never doubt the stories you've heard.

The truth is the same now as then.

The greatest battles there are in this world,

Are fought by the mothers of men!