I don’t know my grand mother.
She was gone before I was born.
I know her mother who lived
All through my adolescence period.
My grandmother by name lives in me.
Her mother by flesh lives in me
And she only evokes sentiments
When I recollect things about her.
Those dead before you were born
Would be immaterial to you.
To those born after you were dead
You would be immaterial.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem