Time has softened me, the years of tears lapping at my previously
sharp edges have smoothed them into rounded spaces of comfort.
That I now cling to soothe myself in the rough moments
I have collected poems, pictures and memories from my past
and folded them into my pockets. I keep them close to savor;
To keep me together when life threatens to upend me.
I am various shades of who I used to be and who I’m supposed to be.
But even with all the changes, the losses, and the growth
A large part of me remains the same as before.
I still collect emotions, wipe away tears, dole out smiles and lend strength.
I am the link connecting us, blending from one grandchild to the next
Born of cotton picking fingers, griots and counselors.