The Generations Within Me

Softly spoken words tickle my conscience

A wisdom that only a grandmother could know

Words that inspire me

Words that help me grow


Seemingly endless reminders

Telling me what to do

My mother always there for me

There to help me push through


Dainty fingers wrap around mine

My sisters’ much smaller than my own

Attentive eyes and listening ears

Make me watch my tone


These three generations

Spread throughout time

All have a place within me

And a place in this rhyme

This poem is about: 
My family


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