This is a poem from my forthcoming collection, The Size of Your Joy, and it lives really close to my heart. I wrote it while thinking about my grandma and all the things she must have carried before she even knew what they meant. I can’t begin to imagine what it must have cost her to become a mother at just seventeen. I was twenty nine when I had my daughter, and even then, I didn’t feel ready.
This is a poem honoring her and the legacy of strength and resilience she left behind.
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What a beautiful poem