I Am My Grandmothers Heritage

I'm a proud mixture of my heritage

In me, my Uncle sees his Mother

His gentle hands turn my face from left to right or right to left

As he intones "You look like your Grandmother"

I see the sadness in his eyes a longing perhaps

To feel his Mothers touch as he stares

Pensive

And I wonder what memory his Childhood thought encountered

He always declares "you have her eyes, her smile and her nose"

"She was a darker than you, but short like you"

He always laughs

The way he says it is with such love I find myself smiling

Knowing that I indeed belong to someone

I always look deeply in the Mirror

Expecting to see my Grandmothers face staring back at me

I wish I had a picture so I could see exactly what it is he sees in me

I walk the hills of St. Mary and along the way

People stop me to say

You look like your Mother, your Father

You are Shebuts Daughter

And I stare in mirrors to see what exactly they see in me

I see reflections of my present

My color, my eyes, nose, built

Within my Children and Grandchild

I see reflections of a Family history

But my past is well forgot

No documentation or testament

To the Woman who perhaps bears a striking resemblance

To the face, I see daily in my mirror

I'm told she died Months before I was born

A wonderful, sweet, kind Woman they all explain

I wish I had known her warmth and gentle kindness

I look like her so they say

The Grandmother my eyes have yet to behold

To: My Uncle, who looks at me and sees a beautiful Past. My Grandmother I look like her so they say.

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