I lost my great grandmother last week. Or was it the week before? I can not be certain because everyday sense as meshed together. I remember her funeral. I remembering grieving with everyone else. More than anything, I remember being alone. I love and hate being alone. This trait is something that made it difficult to keep in touch. But I tried to. I sent her pictures and I attended out family video calls. I even called her one on one when I could.
I can’t say it was enough though. I lost my Nana and I can barely remember her voice. I don’t remember what she looked like. My childhood is a giant fog. I know I love her. I know I hurt now that she is gone. But I don’t remember why. What memories did we share? I can not recall a single thing.
I melted to a tall tale Whispered by children with the braided hair Her skin, aged like the earth, brought forth stories on unknown worth. I melted as far as the oak tree stands Wine in hand with berry delight A beautiful sight on a beautiful night Clear cut eyes crinkle under the moonlight “We have dreams we dare to share.” Whispered the children with the kinked up hair Her skin, aged like the earth, She held her children close and told them stories she dared not show And I melted to hear the tale My dark brown skin and coiled hair, Living the life, she gifted me My children! Sweetly dancing Beneath the growing tree My family! Kneeling at the knee of the women Whose eyes shine with the stories she shares Her family! Listen in and Whisper their prayers for God to hear Thank you, Lord, for keeping her here.