This is just a quick little poem I wrote about my great grandmother a while back for my poetry class. I am working on editing it, but I love it in the original form so much. I wanted to share it that way.
To Be You
Lines crease your face, eyes still shine
Your hands have fed so many men
Working from the ground up you built an empire
A love and labor so strong
The lines in your face are mirrored in your hands
That labor and love is mirrored there as well
Eighty years have made their mark and every mark is earned
One day I hope to have those stories written across my body
Your stride carries you through each hard day
Yet your smile never fades
A husband fifteen years buried and every night spent alone
Your pride, love, and satisfaction still fill your soul
Blue clip earrings adorn your ears and brighten your eyes “Those are so kitsch” but you wear them with class
Your jewelry box is my treasure trove
I slip my fingers through the cheap, priceless pieces
Hair perfectly permed, you rise every morning happy Purple polyester pants, fitted to your body
Floral shirts, expertly matched
You take “old lady” and make it chic
Adoration shrouds me when I look at you
You are my heritage
You are me, so many generations removed
You are my future and I am so pleased
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