“...My mother tells me,
you were always old,
Grandmother,
even as you bore three children,
making your way each day
to the market,
feeding mouths open and needing you.
Your home was always by the ocean,
watching waves.
Sometimes as night descended,
you could hear the water weeping endlessly...”
excerpt from “Grandmother” a poem written by Lisa Williams
My beloved Grand Mothers, Maruca and Lillian shared a sacred connection with the ocean as I do...the three of us are ancient oceans...
