Grandmother,
I have never met you,
But I feel you, hand on me
Sitting here.
I see, Ruth...
What you have done here,
In birthing a legacy
That followed you.
Grandmother...
I feel you...
Watching over us; Me
As I watch over your daughter now.
I understand the reigns passed
That now I take.
In my own life,
I understand your ache.
The burden of hardness
Raising them on your own
Because your love left you
and passed away.
I know, in so many ways...
That is not the life you asked for.
Nothing you hoped you'd have to endure.
I see you Grandmother...
Pondering you over these years
More and more.
Your strength fed your own parents,
During a Depression that none of us will understand.
It changed in you careers...
Once you lost your Love, your man.
It raised children I can see
That were impossible too many times.
And I bet you grew cold, Grandmother. Stern, like just how Mother describes.
More and more,
I feel it. The twinship of our souls.
It is in my DNA
Your history never told.
More and more,
I feel
You in me.
The Strength I never knew I could maintain.
More and more, as each year sets in
We are bound by more than name.
For in me...you reside.
As I finish what you started
and were finally able to leave behind.
I will take care of her.
And I know you see it in my tear-smudged eyes
The struggle we both
Now share.
I know you see it Grandmother,
as I feel you here and there.
As I weep,
And feel your hand on me.
I know...
At least YOU see,
Because this is the home you made.
Every corner here,
Was only a bad memory for me
Yet now I resort for us all,
To wipe clean
and make this home anew.
I see how now,
I have become
The Matriarch here.
In this home; Your Home- Ours
Mothering my mother
Out of the daughter she never raised.
Perhaps I get
Much of my strength from you.
Your daughter, Grandmother,
No doubt she got that too.
We are fiercesome creatures
The all of us
Whom take after you.
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