My Mother's Mother
Mam seemed more at ease with adults so I often wished to be older
Memories prove there is no indication she ever looked at me
I wanted to like her but there was only dust and air between us
She was practical, resourceful and much put upon
Aunt Jane said everybody went to Mam with their problems
Mom said she whispered into the flames of burning candles
It makes me wonder if her words were incantations
The fire burning away countless woes of others
Maybe her intentions were something very different
I will never know
Copyright © Suzanne Boyko | Year Posted 2021
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