Lavish balls,
Sweeping silk
Of dresses long
Corsets tight
In another time.
Your voice was loud
But nobody listened.
Your mind was brilliant
But it could not shine.
Now you stand
In a different ballroom
Under the oak trees and stars
In jeans and a sweater
Hair down your back
Freedom to breathe
And live
As you wish
With love
And respect
And thoughts
That are your own.
For great-great-great gradmamam Lola on International Women’s Day.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman
Vampire Maman 
I love the poem. Fascinating, I have to say!! You’re so talented!
Thank you so much. Just a few words from the heart. xoxox
Have no choic but to agree with Raani here, J. Really great…., and the poem was pretty good too !
Thank you Paul, so very much.
Love this!!! 😀