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Unto A Thousand Generations

“I’m an artist.” - Grandma Norma, 98

She is, you know. Picked up a paint brush after the age of 50 and discovered a natural talent that flourished. Sweeping her bejeweled fingers and bangled wrists to a wall bequeathed with a few representative paintings of her signature work, the sound of confidence exuded from her.


The cadence of speech - familiar, joyful, story-telling ‘anyways’ punctuated the declaration.


(My son, her great-grandson, and I had just completed a conversation of the same artistic legacy marker that dwells within him, moments before we stepped into her room.)


Colliding, generational gifts in the delicate frame of time met; merging and mingling in a cacophony of ‘remembers’ and ‘forgets.’


Pictures, words Touch, feelings Laughter, tears Candy, newspapers Long term Short term Conversation Riddled

among the cognitive captures

of history and tomorrow,

today and dreams.


98, it would seem, a lovely age to be loved.

Happy Birthday, Grandma.


"Know therefore that the Lord your God, He is God, the faithful God, who keeps His covenant and His faithfulness to a thousand generations for those who love Him and keep His commandments. " - Deuteronomy 7:9



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