because for years after grandpa had left this world,
she was our matriarch.
she would approve,
love unconditionally,
talk politics,
always listen,
cry,
laugh,
hug,
give advice,
and if there was ever something you were endeavouring,
she must have known about it.
and she would have given her blessing, ten times over.
she taught us so much
about family
patience
love
card games
bird calls
nature
i owe her
more than i could ever repay.
i am me
because of her
and the other women (and men) of my family.
and as i continue to struggle
to find a way to commemorate her...
i search poems.
most, completely unrelated.
but i feel connected to something when i read them.
so i keep reading.
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