Live Oak

February 08, 2018

Live Oak

She came to us on a lazy afternoon,
Carrying the story of our family between her brow.
The passage of the births and deaths of our Ancestors
Etched in lines on her hands and face.
 
Grammy always knew the real you
And never pretended to be better than she was.
 
She came from a time when our generations
Were not so far apart
And people didn’t need daycares.
It’s always free in Grammy’s kitchen
Because the night shift pays enough
To keep the lights on
And we don’t have another choice.
 
Grammy knows how to remember the old
Stories of our family.
She came to us with a golden memory
And a heart with room for all of us to live.
 
In her body
On her body
And inside her Spirit.
        
  




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