Much has changed since those sisters vied to be the most fertile to be the first wife to be a wife, acknowledged Birthing babies onto each others knees Taunting the one who couldn’t conceive Love and rivalry interwoven And how much didn’t get recorded by the men who recorded what they thought mattered most? How many babies lost? How many daughters unrecorded? In today’s world I have no sisters and no babies and no husband but being a woman being a friend of other women still means holding them as they birth out live babies and bleed out dead babies it still means celebrating good husbands and lamenting bad husbands it still means holding children to free up tired arms Much has changed but not that We women witness Still -EKG’17