The elegant woman on my forearm
A tattoo I will never regret
The empress of permanence
A grayscale smile that’ll never fade
even if I grew up never
seeing her face/(or knowing her name)
yet there’s something entrancing
about an ancestor’s connection
how to: fathom what cannot be broken?
I bonded myself to a ghost unspoken
Thieving her eye color from the ocean
Authors Note: In 1944 my great grandmother was hospitalized with tuberculosis, and died. My grandfather was too young to remember the color of her eyes, only her long jet black hair.