Fierce Love You call me Grace, because you have forgotten my name like you have forgotten soaking the beans overnight adding sugar to your coffee shopping online Sunday church email passwords the comfort in my voice But I remember your handwritten notes under my pillow holding hands while walking on the seashore the starchy smell of your overly crisp shirts long texts saying nothing words in your eyes, saying everything. Now anger and frustration rise and fall like waves in moments when you fail to recognize me but I melt in minutes regaining my patient self when I see you walking away, from yourself. did I tell you how much I like it when you can call me Grace?
The month of March is dedicated to my late grandmother. Just like March brings everything to life, she would add beauty and grace to everything around her. It is also her birthday month. Here’s a piece that brings back memories of my relationship with her. It’s the two of US There are times when I think she is me and I am her, Two peas in a pod, Two friends on a picnic, Two granddaughters playing board games, Two daughters on a stroll, Two mothers in prayer, Two artists soaked in inspiration, Two singers hitting the same notes in the song, Two minds with brilliant ideas, Two hearts overflowing with love, Two writers with unfinished novels, Two cooks with the same secrets in our recipes, Two creative souls with the same amazing genes, It’s true, I am HER and she is ME!