Legacy of my Grandmother

My maternal grandmother narrates

me a story of my mother

she was the child who 

gifted her the most beautiful

essence of her existence—

motherhood

she smiles and recalls my

mother’s first day at school when

she was only two and a half

and got inducted into a new chapter of life

on witnessing my inquisitiveness

my grandmother turns the page 

and tells several other

instances; it was like

reliving my childhood

umpteen emotions sync as I tell 

my grandmother that I was the top 

rank holder of my grade

as mamma used to be. 

Women don’t raise kids

they raise generations

they don’t leave behind some memories

they leave behind a legacy….

I tell my grandmother—

you raised her

just like she raised me.