Daughter Take my body Learn its topography and memorize every mark. There is historical data there. Anoint my head You will find the memories of my mother and her mother and her mother stretch into infinity. Do not look away when you see how each of us birthed the same traumas over and over.
Beautiful, solemn and so real. Wonderful poem, Teresa. Thank you for it.
I wanted to send this to my daughter - then decided to tuck it in the "funeral" folder. Empowering and beautiful!
"Do not look away when you see how each of us birthed the same traumas over and over."