Describe a family member.
In the grand tapestry of my family’s background and roots, I find it impossible to depict just one member. Each thread interweaves with another, forming a fabric of resilience, strength, and unmistakable vivacity. The women in my family—oh, they are more than mere individuals. They are a force, a legacy, an embodiment of unwavering determination. Their collective spirits have weathered storms, carried burdens, and yet, they stand unwavering, each contributing a hue to our family portrait that’s painted with fierce resilience.
Strength is an understatement when it comes to describing the women who have molded the foundation of our familial landscape. Their resilience is a saga of triumphs over adversities, setbacks, and tribulations. Despite life’s tumultuous tides, they refused to crumble. They held the fort, the backbone of our family, their wills as unyielding as the rockiest mountains. Their stories, etched in the lines of their journeys, are tales of unwavering strength and a relentless spirit.
One might assume that strength and resilience leads to quietness and seriousness, but no, in our family, they are the artists of joy. Laughter echoes through our shared spaces, a symphony that reverberates with shared memories and moments of sheer delight. We find solace in the rhythm of music, the beats that guide our hearts and feet into the dance of life. Ah, the dance—our family’s sacred language of celebration, connection, and unadulterated bliss.
The women in my family wear their individuality as a badge of honor, a reflection of their vibrant spirits. They exude a timeless quality, a spirit of being forever young, intertwined with an unquenchable thirst for life’s myriad experiences.
None of them will grow old. The all defy expectations. They’ve also taught me that love isn’t just an emotion; it’s a verb. It’s in the way they comfort, uplift, and stand by one another, offering unwavering support in times of need. They’ve shed tears together, cried through each other’s pain, and emerged stronger, bonded by a love that knows no bounds.
In the dance of life, our family twirls to the rhythm of our collective heartbeat, finding solace, joy, and connection in the melodies that bind us. Their unwavering spirits, resilience, and ability to navigate life’s ebbs and flows stand as an inspiration—a testament to the profundity of their characters.
So, as we step onto life’s dance floor, embracing the varied tunes and tempos, we move forward guided by the legacy of these indomitable women. They are not just family members; they are the pillars of our existence, the epitome of strength, love, and the dance of life itself.
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Thank you for sharing this post. I love how you write about the “unquenchable thirst for life” and their ability to “navigate life’s ebbs and flows.” These are qualities that we can all aspire to, and it is so refreshing to see them celebrated in the women of your family.
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Of which you are one. Most certainly.
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Aww. Thank you!
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SMiLes Dear Miriam Whenever i Express Another Milestone
of Public Dance Like Reaching the 19,000 Mile Mark Last
Halloween Night
i Minimize
The Mileage
in 122 Months
Yes Ten Years and
Two Months With What
The Matriarch of our Maternal
Family my Grandmother Long Since
Divorced Raising Her Three Girls Alone
Accomplished Like Quitting School
In Grade School To Help Her
Father Pick Cotton After
Her Mother Died
of Breast Cancer
Helping to Raise
Two Younger Girls
Who Would Go on to
College Completion and
Careers Yet my Grandmother
Divorced Raising Kids First Woman
to Wear Slacks Selling Car Parts at
The Local Dealership During World War II
Going On to Waitress Her Decade on Her Feet
12 Hours a Day 7 Days A Week Walking to Work
Never Driving in Her Life So Worn Out my Mother
Ended Up taking Care of Her till She Reached Social Security Age
She Probably
Got About
A Hundred
Dollars A Month
Back in the 60’s Yet
Anyway Dear Lord The Mileage
She Did Waitressing on Her Feet Likely
20 Miles a Day Where my Dance Is So Joyful
in Flow Moving Connecting Co-Creating only
Around 5 Miles A Day for 122 Months That Way
It’s True the Greatest Legends Are Those Who
Keep Moving One Foot Ahead of the
Other As Long As It Takes to
Survive Nurture Love
And Actually
Finally ThriVE iN Peace
Oh The Beautiful Flowers
She Gardened on the River
Front Home DownTown We Shared
Being Raised By the Matriarchs Taught
me the Value of Inhaling Peace Exhaling Love
So Fortunate as my Father Chased the American
Dream of Getting Rich All the Way till His Last Breath
Indeed
There are
Different
Levels of Breath in This World…
Without A Woman’s Touch There is No US at all..:)
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