Virago

 Poor old self,

Given a task of responsibility in eight rooms.

My poor old self,

The first offspring bloomed in a storm.

Looking back to my old self,

I've been trained in a battle.

Upon looking at my old self,

Scars are my victorious struggle.

To my old self,

You've been a woman of the battlefield.

Telling my old self,

You've become a warrior in your own field.