Poetry was born a woman. She danced into the world, her steps scribing verses upon the canvas of time, and in her wake, we found our voices, becoming poets by her grace. Without her, our world would be barren, a landscape of infertile lands and gray colors, devoid of the vibrant hues that signify life’s rich emotions.

She is the sublime creation, the muse of our deepest contemplations, bestowing upon life its myriad meanings. In her, we find the embodiment of the sacred roles—the nurturing mothers, the caring sisters, the inspiring daughters, the guiding teachers, the pioneering scientists, the supportive friends, and the passionate lovers. Each role, a testament to her multifaceted nature, a narrative of strength and tenderness intertwined.

Women have lent their names to the very essence of sweetness and soul, to the nurturing earth and the cleansing tears. They are the keepers of eternity, their wisdom transcending the fleeting moments, teaching us the art of being whole through the choices they make, the immense Love they embody in their forgiveness.

The sky dons its most enchanting blue, a reflection of their spirit, while the Moon bestows its charms, a silent ode to their influence. May each daybreak bring forth sunlight that honors their toils, illuminating their path and acknowledging their contributions.

To the best women I have encountered, I dedicate my words, my gratitude, and my admiration. But above all, to my mother, the beacon of my existence, I offer this tribute. For in her, I see the epitome of all that is beautiful, resilient, and profound in this world. Her love, a boundless ocean; her wisdom, the guiding star; her strength, the very foundation upon which I stand.

Copyright © Beatriz Esmer