My Grandmother

Tue, 05/28/2013 - 20:40 -- lac5425

Her hands radiate sparks
Bright life lines her wrinkles
Strength tames her scars
Pain peaks through her steps

Her castle is tall and strong
Bricks of
Childhood nightmares
Marriage disconnections
Internal cancer scars
Mortar of accomplishment
But the foundation is her own
Supremacy through compression

Matching the diamonds she bought herself
Tone, structure and looks mirror through

I admire her, all of her
She resonates through me
Her joy in my courage

She bestows upon me her lessons
They gleam on my hand and life
I treasure them with recognition

A reminder to be strong, stable and beautiful
To sparkle with knowledge, care and class
Pride we call it, as others not as high fail to look down

Every day we radiate

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