Grasp hands with the sisterhood of females that have passed into the next realm, that share this world now, and those that have not yet materialized. Cherish every woman that created the lineage that made each of our existences possible. We walk forward together, joined at the heart, sweaty palms connected. Every one of us is a goddess in our own right. All-consuming joy, searing pain, matronly embraces, empty wombs, divine offspring, saturated hearts, sisterly solidarity, staggering grief, blinding love, societal guilt, impossible expectations, back-breaking work, overwhelming beauty -- we own it all and we wear the scars and metals to prove it. The tired and weary of us draw upon the strength of the legions of female conquerors. The triumphant of us share our fortitude with the women who wilt under the pressure of tribulations. We hold each other up, pull each other out, and push each other through. We can not be separated. I honor the bond of womanhood.