My Unknown Grandmother
Sometimes I see you
Seeing me through
My own deep-set eyes
I fantasize
And hear your laughter
In my own laugh
Feel your exhaustion
In my own sighs
Do you come through
In the slight curve of my lips
A raised brow
An imperceptible lisp
A desire to make all things right
An uncertainty whether to
Choose fight or flight?
I hope you sometimes wanted to know me
I choose to feel your
Yearning has helped
Me the best me
I can be
I love in me
Your Granddaughter, Kack
July 13, 15
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