A Suffragette Rosette
A JUST CAUSE!
I always just accepted the fact that I would vote
And that, some day, there'd be females up there Captaining the boat.
But my Mother lived through heady days when those fine seeds were planted
And so she never took her own equality for granted.
My mother was a school-child in the year of nineteen-ten
When females were the second sex and over-ruled by men.
And I don't suppose she really understood the great enormity
Of ladies speaking up at last and rubbishing conformity.
She only knew that ribbons were available to wear
And they were worn by all the female pupils that were there.
No doubt a lot of ribbing from the schoolboys came their way,
And no doubt the chatty little girls had quite a lot to say.
They didn't realise that they were part of an upheaval,
The overthrow of ideas that were, frankly, medieval.
My Mother told of the great pride with which they wore rosettes;
It was not the sort of frippery a little girl forgets.
But for Mrs Pankhurst and her clan this was no merry time;
Their firm stand for equality was treated as a crime.
Imprisonment and death were theirs'; the price was theirs' to pay
To give us all the freedoms that we all enjoy today.
Did I say 'All'? No surely not! There are times that one forgets
That we have sisters overseas who still can't wear rosettes!
Mrs Pankhurst presents a petition and is arrested.
A different sort of rosette here: