MIDWAY

On how I’m becoming my grandmother

A tissue that makes its way into my hand, stays clutched there for way too long

Running in baby-steps to cross the street

Kissing my son’s hands whenever they near my face

 

On how I’m becoming my mother

Head cast toward a book in my lap, glasses edging off my nose

The cards I write to say: thank you, I love you, I’m trying have grown longer and longer

 

On how I’m becoming my sister

Flashes of hyper storytelling, over-excited to see my friends, bursting to tell

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