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