The Women I Come From

They're faces in photographs, heads all held high.

Not afraid to look life in the eye

They were women with back bone, keepers of the flame

With a spirit even hard times couldn't tame

 And I know that this same blood is in me

And I meet their gaze one by one

Eyes strong and clear, I still feel them near.

These are the women I come from

The faith that sustained them is bred in my bones

I know what I'm made of,

and where I belong

'Cause these are the women I come from

What did life bring her, what pain did she know

Stories the pictures didn't show

She's a lover of babies and a lover of God

With lessons and laughter in her songs

Did she dream better dreams for her children

As she prayed silent prayers in the night

"Lord make their way clear, and always be near."

 These are the women I come from

The faith that sustained them is bred in my bones

I know what I'm made of,

and where I belong

'Cause these are the women I come from

Survivors each one

They aren't always easy,

But they are loving and strong

The life force inside them

is still going on

These are the women I come from...

Everything feisty and intuitive in me comes from their vibrant spectrum of a self...

From each one I have learned a lesson or two.

To come from a long line of incredibly strong women is a blessing in itself.

Glo