Xenon Revisited

Confidence, eh?  Confidence.
I don't appreciate myself enough,
lay too much store by what others think,
depreciate myself.

Let me tell you what I am:

My great-grandfather was a poet,
as am I.  Both of us could shatter your soul
in four lines or less.
My grandfather was a preacher,
I am saved, a daughter of God.
My father is a withering but proud man,
he taught me to work for everything I attained.

My great-grandmother raised twelve children
through the depression.  I get my frugality
from her.
My grandmother was a prayer warrior/cake maker,
I talk to God like a friend and make a mean German Chocolate.
My mother is a red-head,
I get my temper and strong will from her.

I am myself,
sometimes glorious,
sometimes tragic,
always beautiful:
a woman worthy of all a man can give,
and pray he can handle the consequences.

Mark the date, man.
'Tis no small thing to cause the tear
trailing down this cheek.
Luckily, you are also the one
I choose to kiss it away.