Heritage - A favorite poem

I am a seamstress in Munich,
And a farmer on the moor.
A voyage across the sea,
And a landing on the shore.

I am a woman red
Stripping husks of corn.
With blackened hair and broken braids,
Hands deep-cracked and worn.

I am a glass of chardonnay
And grapes grown up a vine.
An old church on the highway,
Just past the city sign.

I am a little black comb
And a simple wedding dress,
A father taken early,
And a mother knowing best.

I am the hot Texas sun,
And a gentle winter snow.
A road winding, winding,
A road curving, bending, binding.

I am a road that does not end,
And does not rhyme.
I am that road,
That road of time.