My Grandmother Is
Is a force like no other 


She’s made up of thick skin and a glimmering smile 

I wonder when she glued on her cover 


Because I’ve yet to discover if she was silenced by her mothers mother


My mother sits tethered in a beautiful array of lace

She carries our burdens without

Leaving a trace


I guess she's' found her place

In outer spacer


Yet


I’m stuck in the chase

Wearing a face thats been stripped up and laced 

Left to wonder if I too

Can live with grace