My great grandma Hattie Mae
Spun her needles
Back and forth
Spider fingers
Work woven like a web
She knitted our family a quilt
A quilt of stitches
Generations crossing
Each other
Intertwining
Love
Lies
Pain
Stitches Crashing
Like ocean waves
Drifting
Sifting
Uniting
She created
My grandma Lisa


My Grandma Lisa
Even through her blunderings
Her face
Resembling
Mocha Coffee
So Rich
Steaming like a chimney
Embedded with love
Her hands soft
Soft like the rose petals
Woven


She sprouted me
Like a weed from the ground
Tampering with my hearth
Balancing it in love
She kissed my pain away.
Saved me
When I was a child
She took me on trips
In our obese milk van
Eating tuna fish
And seafood salads
Singing
Letting our words
Drift
Into forever imagery
While we danced
Well we neither can dance
But to the words of
HEALING