I See Her When I Close My Eyes

Photo: My Grandmother and I

If I close my eyes I can see her,

5’2, smooth chocolate skin, Afro hair, and a stern face,

Sitting there on a hot summer day,

Tapping her foot to the tunes from the cars that pass,

Her hand waves at those that call out her name,

She’s familiar to everyone,

Almost as if she’s a celebrity,

She was a driving force in the movement,

Not one to shy away from a fight for equality,

I looked up to her,

My second mother,

So much was learned from her about this world,

All of which I’ll pass on to my children,

The very children that didn’t get a chance to meet her,

She passed 2 years before my oldest was born,

The memories I have will become theirs through me

Those very memories embedded so deeply that as we sit around the fire pit under the star filled sky

We will close our eyes, whisper our gratitude, and together we’ll see her.

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