Tough Enough

Life is messy, life gets hard

sometimes you don’t want to press on.

How will you ever make it

when you don’t feel strong?

Here are a few words

of encouragement for you

because you do have what it takes

to help you make it through.

Because she’s a part of you –

tough enough to raise her children all alone.

She’s a part of you –

tough enough to leave and set out on her own.

She’s a part of you –

tough enough to give birth while rain flooded the Green.

She’s a part of you –

tough enough to start her family at seventeen.

So you see – you will succeed.

Look behind you –

They are walking with you.

Reach inside you –

they are a part of you.

Heartache will come your way

but you will make it through the day –

because you’re already tough enough.

Shining Star

I know who you are

at least, what is shown.

You are the shining star

who let her stand alone.

You do not know me,

though you think you do.

You know what you can see –

Want to see what I think of you?

You took the role of teacher

you felt it needed to be done.

But we don’t need a preacher

looking after everyone.

It appears your roots cause shame

by your condescending nod

toward your family name.

You distance yourself from the odd.

When you look in the mirror

surely, you can see traces of her.

But when she reached to be nearer

you extended a lecture.

I realize this is just you

and you’re not at all bad.

There are just some things you do

that make me a little sad.

Wyoming Woman

In the year 1919,

At a ranch house near the Green,

On a July day, the rain poured down

Until water covered the ground.

The cowboy got into the boat,

With their children he would go

But in the house still lay his wife

For she feared for the unborn life.

Water came to the bedspread seams,

Courage made her a cowboy’s queen.

She was a Wyoming Woman.

 

In the year 1924,

A mother of 3 gave birth once more.

For six months she had been on her own,

Her husband was gone – but not alone.

In the cold darkness of a coal mine,

Life changed for families of all kind.

But that tragedy had come and gone,

And a mother of 4 must go on.

She already knew the risks you see,

And still became a miner’s lady.

She was a Wyoming Woman.

 

In the year 1929,

She came to help a friend in a bind.

But got stuck in a small town in Wyoming.

She stayed because of a wedding ring.

Her husband worked where he could for pay,

They worked for survival each long day.

Wars and a depression she lived through,

Not by choice, but what else could she do?

She was not a native, but lived to be

Another miner’s lady.

She was a Wyoming Woman.