A thought on legacies/grandma appreciation

How grateful am I

For my grandmothers lives

To be their legacy

They, my source of inspiration

Of all things Black Woman Fly

Regality in the face of ignorance

Classic, yet never predictable

They, who drew bubble baths on weekends

And taught curriculums during the week

grandma Rhoda the smooth talker with a sharp wit

Who would never let you catch her without her face on

And Patricia Anne with the biggest heart in the world, only to be matched by her endless amounts of patience and generosity

How grateful am I

To be their legacy

To be made up of their kisses and love

their hopes and prayers and dreams

Their Thanksgiving dinners and secret recipes

How grateful am I

To have had access to such phenomenal women,

To have been shown so many secrets that only a grandmother can share

To have inherited such a legacy

Of love and patience,

and all things Black Woman Fly

How grateful am I

To Patricia Anne and Rhoda Mae