As a teenager, I was fascinated by these amazing women. Here is a poem I wrote, which was published in an anthology and featured on a kids' website.
The Wounds of A Hero
As she began to turn
and go,
she looked to her son
and told him so.
She saw the tears
well in his eyes
and felt pain and guilt
begin to rise.
The soul of a boy
had touched her own;
she hugged him tight
and soon she'd flown.
She earned her wings
and now she flew
away from the life
and boy she knew.
The wounds of a hero
we may never know,
but let us remember
of long ago.
