This document is a slideshow presentation paying tribute to women throughout history. It contains quotes praising womanhood and poems reflecting on themes of motherhood, relationships, and finding inner peace. The presentation aims to honor women's resilience and importance throughout the ages.

1. wELCOME TO Trinity's SLIDESHOWS!!! THIS IS A TRIBUTE TO ALL THOSE WOMEN OF A BY GONE AGE… (AND all the other ages ,OF COURSE!!! …down to the present)THEIR GRACE, BEAUTY, GENTILITY, FEMININITY, ET AL… … WOMEN WHO HAD TO SURVIVE IN A WORLD DOMINATED BY MEN, WHO HAD TO FIND A NICHE FOR THEMSELVES, WOMEN, WHOSE DAYS WERE MADE UP OF HOUSEKEEPING, CHILD-REARING,PANDERING TO THEIR MEN’S EGOS,… … AND GENERALLY MAKING SURE PEACE REIGNED IN THE WORLD THAT THESE WOMEN CREATED FOR THEMSELVES AND THEIR FAMILIES... GOD BLESS, Trinity. Click to advance slides

2. "God has put something Noble and good Into every heart Which his hand has created." By Mark Twain ...And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy gray eye glances And where thy footstep gleams--- In what ethereal dances By what eternal streams. By Edgar Allen Poe ...I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas: they've gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind. By Emily Bronte

4. "When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy." ~Rumi "...and then the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom." ~Anais Nin MOTHER-IN-LAW Some think it a dirty word, And speak of it with malice As if it rhymed with buzzard Or other words like callous. But you have never known The one that I call mine. For she is good down to the bone And I think her just divine. She is strong and strengthens me And from her faith I draw. I can say I love her deeply, This one called mother-in-law.

6. JUST MY MOTHER Did she have stories never told? Ones she lived so long ago? Would I have listened if she did? She was my mom and me a kid. Just my mother, not really real, is this the way, of her, I feel? Did she love, did she cry? Was there a time I asked her why? Mothers, they are always there, too many times we aren't aware, that they are people just like us, to remember that would be a plus. I sat to listen of memories of old as my mother talked of long ago. She spoke of Daddy and his faults and of dancing to the Tennessee Waltz. We laughed and cried, just two gals, not mother and daughter, just two pals. She was just my mother so I didn't know that she had actually lived so long ago.

9. WOULD YOU LOVE ME LESS Would you love me less intensely if my thoughts were less profound As a pigeon's passive waddle to the tidbits scattered round Never wondering nor dreaming, never questioning belief Pecking contemplation's morsels thrown by others at my feet Would you love me with less passion if the twilight didn't creep To the inner most contentment of my heart before I sleep If the fluttering of feathers swooping down to nighttime perch Didn't incite a song of glory from my soul at nature's worth Would your eyes be less inclined to notice little things I do If I didn't stoop to see the world from a child's point of view If the innocence of little ones didn't touch me every time That a child gazed in honesty into these eyes of mine Would your love be less exiting if I didn't share my dreams That are floating in the current of imagination's streams If I didn't open up the fragile door that leads to me In the songs and dreams and thoughts that drift within my poetry All these questions posed in haste within a moment's happiness And among the sound of laughter comes the little answer, "Yes"

10. INKWELL OF THE HEART From the content of the heart; The written word is penned, But without an inner sight; Is hard to comprehend. You look amazed at words in ink And ponder on them, the source; Was it the mind from whence they came Or from the heart, that caused remorse. Is it truly filled with light, In the way you've come to see, Or does the content of your heart Provide the ink that flows from thee. Muddy dark that tends to smear Or calligraphy with beauty seen; Words that lift and soothe the soul Or ones that drag and thus demean. From the inkwell of the heart, The pen will draw from in And place upon the paper white Those things that lie within.

11. POET Pour out your heart oh poet, in a poem Of far away places let your mind roam for just beyond what the eye can see someone will be waiting there for thee Someone you have known forever in your mind Somewhere in a dream true love you find They are more than words from emotions spent they are more than words from a letter, not sent Of heart, of soul of tear stained words the poet writes that his voice may be heard So pour out your heart oh poet, in a poem let the world see love let your heart be known

12. RENTED SPACE I rented space within my head And soon I found no vacancy. Others' clutter stored up there, Leaving now no room for me. Should it be that I evict; Would I find now disrepair? Is the damage caused up there, Only room for now despair? Too many years of renting space; Controlling now the mind that's left; No longer mine to do as will But it was I who allowed the theft. The cost was mine and I to pay; Investment without dividend. I gave to others too much room; A price that proved too much to spend.

13. TRANQUIL IS MY SOUL The hush of early morning before the dawn breaks through The murmuring of the sleeping earth covered by the morning dew In the mist the luminous ghost of yesterday fades into a memory Tranquil is my soul in sleep as golden rays of light move silently, through every dark, and secret place Chiming bells, from a church near by Sounds of song birds, in tree tops high The rustle of leaves, moved by the wind I listen, to nature's melody As a cool breeze, chilled by the night caresses my cheeks I rejoice in the splendor as morning comes to life. Trinity