Notes About The Poem
For my mother and grandmother
Just a woman
She is always in a position of humility
An attitude of prayer
Ready to serve
For years of submitting has bent her back
Formed a hunch between shoulder blades
Eyes cast down she sees the downtrodden
She rarely stumbles
She is always in a position to reach out
Hands always in front…to do
Age spots, arthritic knuckles
They are intelligent hands,
knowing the temperature of anything they touch, creating sustenance from flour and water,
planting, growing, plucking, connecting, applauding
Her hands speak a thousand words
in a dozen languages
She is always on her feet
Moving, busy, seeking the next task
Wiping this, folding that, stirring, fixing, caressing,
working, working…
It seems the very fabric of the universe
will unravel when she leaves her station
The sky will fall
The laws of nature not knowing
how to continue without her
She's just a grandmother,
just a wife,
just a woman.
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