When they question your worth

Take a breath.
A sisterhood of women stand with you.


You’re a Queen.

The daughter of painters and writers

Worn mothers, posh aunts

Star crossed lovers

Saints and sinners


Warriors with roses

Rebels, all.


Stitched by the hand of a missionary’s grace

Her tapestry forged with iron and lace

Fragile yet strong

Our thread never breaks.


When they ask, ‘Who do you think you are?


Raise your head and smile.


~warriors and roses

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Anna Watson

~ write like a painter

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