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“Roots” Poem by A. Roze

9 Jul

Oh the things

You must have seen

Coming at me,

Like a jumping flea

Aiming to breed

Yet ceasing to succeed

Since you let me be.

Still there for me

Like the root of a tree,

Loving from a distance,

The bond was instant,

Seemed to get real deep

When I turned 18.

Something had to click,

But you didn’t forget

How it was to be naive.

Knew what I would need,

Time, to grow wings,

Strength, to proceed,

Wisdom, to know me,

Clarity, to find peace,

Freedom, to make believe,

Will, to overcome defeat,

Courage, to keep going,

All the while knowing

There was no way

To simply tell me these things.

The eloquence of a real woman

Cannot be taught,

Cannot be bought,

Must be earned through understanding.

Amazing;

How you taught without teaching,

Touched without reaching,

Helped mold a princess into a queen.

Your grace is like no other,

Humble, wise, strong Grandmother,

Took me a little time to see,

But I bet you knew that’s how it would be,

Your beautiful spirit lives on through me,

My dear Grandma Jeanne.

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My grandparents. North Carolina 1943

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