This is a house of women
Not one, not two, but of three generations.
In this house, we don't live in fear
Of anyone's anger or lack of cheer.
Here, no one uses their voice to subjugate
And hands have long forgotten that they can be raised.
Here, we don't go to bed angry or dismayed
Kindness trumps revenge any day.
Here, everyone learns, the young, the old, the in-between
Becoming better humans, more loved and more loving.
Many games are played here, except those of power
No one's a messiah, everyone's a savior.
Here, friends are welcomed with open arms
Doors are open, food is good and warm.
Come, step into this house of happy women
Not one, not two, but of three generations!