This poem is dedicated to my Grant Grandmother.
The Root
i hope peace will meet you
where blue eyed love failed to entreat you
i prayed for your healed liver and renewed soul
a shoulder to lean on, a cheek to hold
an ear to revive story, a smile to greet you and a mouth to utter praise
a safety to protect you the rest of your spiritual days
a decagon stands between you and i
but i miss you still
we call you the matriarch
your onions and potatoes brought everyone home at night
just to get a taste of your food
the children start acting right
you are the glue
the cornerstone of our family
that blues and funk gave birth to
you are the future and the past
the influence we look to when our strength won’t last
you are the Root!
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– Much love, Esha
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