Here they are, all the women dear to me.
The bond between them clear for all to see.
Aunts, cousins, sisters, mothers, daughters, wives,
Each will emerge victorious in their lives.
As I watch them now, glancing from face to face,
I know their love has gathered them to this place.
For there is much to thank and I do so with each one.
The shock of true agony, were any of them gone.
I know I have not misspoke. This pain we have been through.
I only lived through my hearts pain because of each of you.
When we lost her we drew together, we held each other,
Irreplaceable, our mother\'s mother.
As I saw reflected in their faces, the pain that so mirrored my own,
I knew deep within my heart, my soul had made it home.
Looking back on the tragedies that have come our way,
Standing alone or struggling together we live to love another day.
Our children are the people we love above all others.
That is the nature of this family full of mothers.
The fathers in our family are also quite a collection,
Only love would match us to the objects of our affection.
The crazy things they say and do are hard to believe,
But the gifts that we\'ve been given are wholeheartedly received.
These gifts, with their shining faces, forever will amaze,
The depth of our love for them will last throughout our days.
The bond within my family goes beyond the norm of love.
The tenacity of spirit will help us rise above.
With the birth of every child our hearts again must swell,
To have more room for this love that we do so well.