Great-Great and Greater Grandma

From deep recesses of my mind I bring a great great-grandma’s face. She left no photograph behind. I dream her dressed in bits of lace, Tatted perhaps by her own hand, A talent she didn‘t leave to me. She labored and loved and lived and left No memories for her progeny. I’ve traced her name, all I can do To give her substance, make her real, A living being who could cry Could laugh and all emotions feel. There was a time I could have asked Her granddaughter of what she knew. That chance is now forever lost No one is left to give a clue. Dear Grandma I lend you my pen, Please tell about the life you led. Be free to speak your mind through me And say the things you would have said. A wealth of stories left untold And lessons from which we could have learned. Dear Mollie Blosser, I’d then record The place in history you have earned.