Ancestors can vanish in the confusion of history
Elders
Some days it is good to search their faces
And see your features there
Some days it is good to search their stories
And hear your story there
Or the shadow of a curve of a feature
Or the whisper of the beginning of a story
Or the story you wish you had
I had a grandmother once
I heard I did, long ago
Lost in the confusion of history
Did she tie a scarf under her chin, like this?
Did her mind drift in dreams, like mine?
Old ladies dream the longest dreams
Life is longer than it seems
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