There is a part of me that I’ve never met,
which lies buried now, and so long gone
that a lifetime and a half separates us.
***
I have known this previous piece of me
only in old photographs
where the black and white
reveals her place, her face, and her time.
I see her, and I know that I’ve come from her.
***
When I first saw her likeness,
I thought she was my mother.
I thought I was looking into
my mother’s young eyes through mine,
but I was seeing past that
to the woman, now buried,
who delivered my mother to this.
***
Now, when I look into her eyes
I look all the way back
to the beginning of time,
and I see my future, my past,
and my present
all gathered together
in one single moment
as my mother’s mother.
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