This may explain the girl in me who comes up now and then...the rebel part!
~SKdeV~

Dad's voice creeps up every now and then
Thoughts of his honesty and all that has been
Digested and framed since he went away
Days that I miss...when he would say,
"Leave her alone, Kate", the girls got ginger
Comes from the genes...her piss and vinegar."
This was his answer when I'd get antsy
Shoot off my mouth extremely brave with a fancy
Curt verbage for females just wasn't the norm
Nor accepted ways for young girls to perform
But I was different...always had My view
I was important and somehow I knew
That my thoughts made a difference
Adult folks would "head up!"
To bend an ear closer to the voice of this pup
Wisdom and logic came easy for me
As dad and my elders were wise too you see
They passed on to me the knowledge of age
It came rather quick for this solid young babe
I knew I was other than norm...a winner
Full of table-top logic ... piss and vinegar
I was head sis of eight and wiser than most
No childhood for me but my honor would boast
The sense of a woman and the face of a kid
Decisions were nothing for me as it did
Come about easy with dedicated trust
From loins of the Dutch and free wonderlust
I was a princess..all soft and tender
Except when my rebel side
Spewed out piss and vinegar!