Dear Heart (GingerZ & I)

Women are wondrous in their unassuming ways.
In the rough hands that chopped and peeled, in the hums and sighs released when no one was watching.
In meals stretched impossibly thin yet still shared with generosity.
They may never have stood in the spotlight, but they held families, dreams, entire worlds together.
Quiet warriors.

Her...
The one who let the storm rage while she stood rooted.
When she moves, the tide turns.
You might not always notice her arriving, but you’ll feel her presence after she’s gone.

Her...
The one who includes, maybe because she doesn’t want to feel alone...
Misunderstood? Often. Her inner world too vast for shallow eyes.

Her...
The one who keeps being positive, looking at the days ahead with wonder.
For every time someone tried to tilt her crown, she lifted her head higher.
Not because it didn’t hurt... oh, it did. The slights, the doubts, the whispers in the dark.
But she stood tall, not for applause, not for recognition, but for herself.

SHE
The one who never stops even when the red flags wave furiously ... she has hope in change not only in herself but others 

SHE
The one who includes maybe because just maybe she doesn't want to feel alone ... she knows how it feels in the silences deep.

SHE
The one who keeps being positive and looking at days ahead with wonder and excitement.

SHE
The one who can't believe she has come this far looking back.  The roads passed had the twists n turns that always had bumps...she stumbled lost her balance and steadied herself .

SHE
In the quiet moments she reflects while the world seems to be rushing on.

SHE
The one who gives and gives and expects nothing in return but gratitude, respect and a little acknowledgement .

SHE
She who knows she is too much but has accepted the room.

SHE 
In knowing herself she continues, silently, with a smile, with always wanting to help in the hope of those blessings filter through...
When souls collides, or leave, or enter ... they leave a solid imprint... it's an everlasting spiral that twirls flutters and vibrates ...

Let that be ur guide ... always 
GingerZ

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We all know women like these.
Their names may not be etched into history books, but their legacy is etched into us, in our bones, in our laughter, in our endurance.
They are remembered not for noisy achievements, but for wars won in silence.
For resilience.
For the unshaken support that carries us all forward.

A Note to the Reader
The voices of women often echo through time, carrying wisdom and grace.
While the speakers in this piece share resonant thoughts, consider how you might pay tribute to the special women in your life, honoring their strength, their resilience, and their quiet power.