The elegant woman on my forearm
A tattoo I will never regret
The empress of permanence
& mystery_____silhouette
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
-LM
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.
Poetry meets spirits.
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so good, so entrancing…
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Thank you!
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Damn… This is so sad!! My maternal uncle passed away a few years ago, my little cousin wasn’t even 2. She has no idea what it’s like to have a father. 💔💔💔
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That’s heartbreaking! I am so sorry! 😢
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🤗🤗
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A stunning tribute to our loved ones who never truly leave us – this was so enchanting to read ❤
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Thank you for taking the time!! 💚
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“Thieving her eye color from the ocean”, amazing
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