Grandmothers have always been mysterious to me,
because I never knew mine.
As I’ve aged I’ve watched grandmothers
and my friends who know theirs.
Relationships that reflect
genetics and gestures.
I miss my grandmother
and how she was described –
longingly with love, and the endless sense of loss
my mother had for her.
If I am ever blessed with children,
they will know the mystery of grandmothers
too.
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