Legacy

For my grandmother

Smoky liquid tendrils

Connection to her

Tasting the smell of scotch

On her breath

Clink of ice against

Glass walls of resolve

Holds her place in my being 

Yet still longing for her wisdom

Holding on to already imparted gifts

“Jennifer, you tell them!”

Yes, I have learned

Not to hide my true voice

Beneath the mask of strength and independence 

If only we could share 

One more bottle of wisdom...

Tuesdays always lead into Sundays

The knowing of her tenacity 

Lives within me

And the taste of scotch

On my tongue

Cements her legacy promised

On the Eve of the end

Living through our memories

And the feeling of scotch in my soul...

Jennesis9132020

Reviews

[Chris]

I came by to "see" if you were here still...

was an honest read, I remember the tastes of the memories - each and every one.

How are YOU holding up... stress is palpable for so many. Catching a breath is hard to do, but I gather you already know that.

[Jennesis]

Hey Chris. It’s been a tough year. It’s hard being a therapist in this whole thing. But I am grateful to have a job. So many can’t say that. Just tired and not writing as much as I should! How are you??

[Chris]

Missing the people living in the silence of their nows...It HAS really been a year worth the forgetting but for the friends we all no longer see or speak with. Many from here have moved on but I don't know the where.

[Jennesis]

I get that! :) first time in forever I didn’t see my family. Missing slower times for sure.

[Chris]

have they had you doing telehealth calls?

[Jennesis]

Yea. It’s exhausting. Well I made the decision. It’s my business. But it makes sense for the community

[Chris]

smiles, well you're still here and that is a plus