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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
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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