I do not know my mother’s name: she got it from her father,
and her mother, from her father before her.
Our herstory has been erased
records always follow the paternal line. Matrilineal DNA might help,
if we had all the samples
but most of them lie
a long-time underground
(or burnt to ash).
We silently accepted
an unspoken, acknowledged misogyny and had our story stolen
time after time
in our own self-erasure:
I took his name
but you will know of mine.
A Poem for International Women’s Day 2022
This poem is taken from my collection 40 Poems At 40, which is available from Amazon. Wishing you love, strength and endurance on this International Women’s Day!