Celebrating 100 years since women got the partial vote at Incite@The Phoenix
We are the hands that rocked the cradle,
Administered to the needs of those affected.
Comforted the shocked and confused,
Nursed the sick and dying.
Women and AIDS go hand in hand.
We were infected by husbands and lovers,
By a half forgotten one night stand.
By a not forgotten rapist.
By people, who didn’t know they had it.
Our babies were born with AIDS.
Because we had a blood transfusion,
Or were registered hemophiliacs.
Because we were ignorant and careless,
Or junkies, desperate for a fix.
Women are 52 percent of those who survived
Remember those women who lost their lives
Celebrate those that survive.
The mothers. Sisters. Aunties. Friends,
Who now stand, hand in hand, with the men.
Stepping out of the darkness
Moving into the light.
Witney’s Winter Wonderland,
Dazzles and delights.
In this ancient holy place,
We decorate the bough.
That represents eternal life,
Redemption, then and now.
Winter, season of reflection,
Of darkness and despair.
Look in the stable of your soul,
Love, lies sleeping there.
Let’s celebrate Love’s diversity
With this festival of light.
Open up our hearts to all
That is beautiful and bright.
We are the women born in the 50’s,
Who will not falter in our fight.
The government postponed our pension.
This isn’t fair. It isn’t right.
We contributed to this Nation,
Our workforce made this county great.
We don’t deserve to be singled out
Told our pensions have to wait.
We enriched the UK’s economy,
As teachers, nurses, mother and wife.
Now a random birth date lottery
Gives us an impoverished life.
We did as the government bade us,
Made sacrifices and paid our due.
Now is the time to repay that debt,
We did our bit. Now its up to you.
This is a chill Autumn wind.
A wind of change
It dances the golden leaves off the bough
Sweeps me out of arms reach,
Turns friends into strangers.
This wind blows through my bones
Shaking loose flotsam
Makes the impossible almost possible
Pushing and yielding, reaching in and out
Becoming more than a lover
In this brisk Autumn breeze
Anything could happen
Your life could change for the better
For worse, for nothing for something or other
Only the wind knows