Good Enough Poem by Lydia Thacker

Two precious people,
one small wooden box.

-One small, young, innocent

-The other grown,
Mother, Daughter, Grandmother

Both knew suffering
and both knew love.

Together now, they dream.
They dream of the future,
watch the unfolding
of all the lives they touched.

Now they must live
through me,
through my brother,
through my son,
through generations yet to come.

I feel my mother's eyes in mine
watching my son
as she watched over her daughter.

I know she is there
-and that is good enough.