I'll start. I wrote this one early this morning.
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"Grandma"
Where is she?
Where is she now?
The one from my childhood
Who saw me.
How can she?
How can she create
The presence of the gentle past
As if I possess it,
Am honored by it,
And charged as it’s steward.
She never demanded
A thing from me.
Not to listen
Not to eat
Not to make myself
Into anything
Yet from this love
I want to become who I am,
Eat her food,
And hear her accidental wisdom.
--
"Grandma"
Where is she?
Where is she now?
The one from my childhood
Who saw me.
How can she?
How can she create
The presence of the gentle past
As if I possess it,
Am honored by it,
And charged as it’s steward.
She never demanded
A thing from me.
Not to listen
Not to eat
Not to make myself
Into anything
Yet from this love
I want to become who I am,
Eat her food,
And hear her accidental wisdom.