Just as trees and flowers grow
on soft supple earth,
grandma’s womb birthed
entire generations.
A lineage that stretches
across her spine,
to engraved itself at
the bottom of her feet.
Like vines, the veins on
her hands told a story,
and with them,
she created history.
Yet she still lives.
She lives in the children
she took care of,
She lives in the memories
of those she touched,
She lives in our hearts,
In love,
In life.
She rebirths each time
the family extends.
She comes at dawn,
when the sun breaks
the nights sky—
just to remind us
which one comes first.
Since night comes
before the day,
then today we rejoice.
Because her journey
of light has just begun.

| A tribute to my great grandmother, Maman Kota |
| 22/06/1937–17/09/2020 |
Photo: Pinterest
Very cute… I loved it
Thank you!!❤️
What a beautiful and touching poem.
Thank you so much ❤️
Always 🌹