Yesterday I looked into the eyes
of my grandmother…via an old photo
With her I had a mental conversation...
even though she passed away long ago
The exchange was one sided
and a bit reminiscent as whispering
words passed from me to her…
those nearby were not aware or listening
Her image was filled with a proud spirit...
she had set a precedence of being able
steadily carrying on despite of hardships
a quiet soul…who was emotionally stable
I am near the age she was in the photograph
I have a strong resemblance to her emerging...
especially when comparing our dimpled smiles
I feel our lives overlapping and converging
11/4/2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem