You are more than who they said you would be.<\/p>\n
You drove in cars to the family reunion<\/p>\n
Trying to reconnect with a family that would leave you in a far off summer dream.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Dreaming of roses and rhubarb corn and kohlrabi<\/p>\n
Not forgetting tales of white-tailed deer in the far off fields.<\/p>\n
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One day you’d swim in a pool.<\/p>\n
A pool of self doubt.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
You never needed to fit in.<\/p>\n
You never thought you were not enough.<\/p>\n
For who …<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
You listened to your grandmother,<\/p>\n
as she recollected that “She takes everything so literally.”<\/p>\n
She was not even referring to you.<\/p>\n
And somehow you became that side bar conversation.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
When your mother thought she was a “rolling stone”,<\/p>\n
you took it literally and fell into a mindset that went against everything you were taught.<\/p>\n
Your mother taught you to love yourself, to know thyself, and to respect life in all its complexity.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
So why did you hold on to the negativity?<\/p>\n
You never say never, yet now you are saying it now.<\/p>\n
Never did you need their approval.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
They were in the background.<\/p>\n
Your father’s sister hid your family picture on your grandmother’s deathbed.<\/p>\n
The others the distant relatives you once knew were kind, yet the ones that were the closest \u00a0wished that you would fall behind.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
But you could never fall because you were born from Grace and your life would be filled<\/p>\n
With love and loss and you would rise again from a broken heart.<\/p>\n
Family as you knew it would never be the same.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
You would learn that family is only a small part of your lineage and your line, but you must find a way to love despite the deep seated pain.<\/p>\n
And so I did.<\/p>\n
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