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.