As Thanksgiving approaches, I would like to give thanks. This is a piece I wrote dedicated to my beautiful paternal Grandmother who passed when I was in fifth grade. All rights belong to me.
My Grandmother's wrinkles, Hardened by the earth, wars, and tears Softened by restless nights A gold chain with a cross around her neck Kept her safe during warful frights A rectangular stone used to sharpen knives this rectangular stone, still visits my dreams at night An herbal goddess who healed families, A mother with medicinal remedies She was more then just a refugee She is much more then just a memory She is in my father, my mother, my brother, My grandmother lives in me. Her spirit was wild like those of our ancestors Encouraging,loving, brave, tired She returned to mother earth one night too soon She returned to the earth to shine in the moon
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