The Name I Live Up To. Poem by Johanna Kortman

This name I live up to.
Well it's a memory for you.
But what can I do to see a memory of you too?
For I was too young, to see each smile on your face,
for fate came too fast, was death really a race?
I love my name, just so you know, it's a reflection of you, do you know?
You lived a long life, and took this family far from our known hometown, but what a better life we have, looking back there now.
For if we stayed, we wouldn't have this life here, in Michigan, we'd just be living in Germany, hearing about the indians.
Thanks for the name, my dear Grandma, for it's a name I love a lot.