Tiny giants

How humbling

To stand tall

On the shoulders of

tiny, mighty women

not giants,

but giants.

Those warrior women

who have stood

before me,

Who stand

beside me.

And when I’m feeling small

And worry

I’m not worthy

not capable

not brave.

I remember

my mother

and her mother,

and their mothers

standing tall before

Igniting

a flame

in each of us

For we are not tiny

wilting,

retiring flowers

waiting idly

to be picked.

We were made

compact

So we might

travel light

and

take you by surprise

with our determined minds

and sharp tongue

as we roar.

For

though we are small,

we are mightier

than you thought.

And on the shoulders

of giants

I can see

over the highest peak

The mountains

climbed

those that lie ahead.

From up here

I can see my path

is painted

with all the power,

knowledge

of all the troubles

learnings,

hardships.

battles fought.

I feel their blood surge through me

And they hold my hand

as they show me

I am already

climbing my own.