Who are you, little girl?

I am my grandma, who danced a jig
In front of the other children &
They all wished she was their grandma …
but she was mine.

I am my grandpa, who sat in the sun
With me on his lap,
and fed me sun-sweet peaches
he grew in his back yard.

Who are you, little girl?

I am my mother, who shared wisdom & wonder
Diamond dew on autumn webs, and
Dolls wake up when we sleep, and
God loves & watches us always

I am my dad, who taught me to count,
And to sight a straight line & build with my hands
The power of words, and
The rightness of fair.

Who are you, little girl?

I am mother of my own young sons
And fair daughters,
I watch them grow, read them stories
Help them find their own way.

I am wife and companion
A reflection of love when you smile at me
A sharer of burdens, soul mate,
A fixer-upper and make do with.

Who are you, little girl?

I am grandmother
Writer of stories, spinner of tales
Keeper of secrets
And bouquets of dandelion gold.

I am orphan
But not alone…
For the memories and touch of those now past
Minister to me always.

Who are you, little girl?

I am woman, I am child,
I am joy & sorrow
Fragile as a withered leaf,
Fierce as an eagle soaring

I am in & through every person
Who touched my life for good or ill,
A child of the centuries,
And heiress of eternity.

Who are you, little girl?
I am me.