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The website content is a reflective poem that explores the interconnectedness of a woman's identity with the women in her lineage, particularly her mother and grandmother.

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The poem "Poetry + Mothers & Daughters" is a deeply personal piece that delves into the profound bond between a daughter and her maternal ancestors. It begins with the speaker waking up to find her mother's feet and grandmother's hands as part of herself, symbolizing the ever-present influence of her forebears. The poem conveys a sense of continuity and shared experiences, as the speaker recognizes the voices and wisdom of the women who came before her manifesting in her own thoughts and words. The narrative weaves through moments of everyday life, highlighting the spiritual and physical presence of the speaker's mother and grandmother, and acknowledges the enduring impact they have on her identity. The poem concludes with an affirmation of the seamless connection between the speaker and her ancestors, as vast and varied as the sea.

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The poet expresses a sense of wonder and nostalgia, reflecting on the physical and emotional connections she shares with her mother and grandmother.
There is a recognition of the strength and resilience inherited from previous generations, as the speaker feels guided and supported by the women in her family.
The poem suggests that the wisdom and experiences of mothers and grandmothers are intrinsically woven into the speaker's being, influencing her actions and thoughts.
The speaker seems to find comfort and inspiration in the legacy left by the women in her lineage, viewing it as a source of love and identity.
There is an underlying theme of gratitude for the nurturing and enduring love provided by the maternal figures in the speaker's life.

Daughter of Daughters

I woke up this morning to see my mother’s feet attached to my ankles and wondered what are they doing here, so far away from home then I remembered that she walked with me, walked in my shoes as I walked she mashed on the accelerator of the truck that carried me here, she danced with me as I danced a cheerful step

in the bath I noticed my grandmothers hands attached to my wrists and thought, how did they get there? What are they doing here so far from home? I haven’t seen them in years, I thought I’d misplaced them, then I realized that she still holds me by the hand having never let go taking me from adventure to adventure she snap peas with me and cleans collards with me she guides my hand to try something new as nimbly as before the arthritis set in and the crochet blankets took a little longer to finish

I was soothed by a voice that was not mine felt as it kept time with the movements of my lips and wondered Who is that speaking? Then I realized it’s both of them and all of them, every woman that came before me and my mother and before my grandmother and her mother before her, the gone ones, that I have yet to meet The words I never heard them speak the ideas never conjured by my mind, came forth as a song the utterings of things yet to be coming forth now.

I am them and they are me having made my heart my belly laugh, my fury and love their home I am them and they are me as vast and different as the sea between each breeze

The sprinkling of inspiration for this poem. Thank you Suma Narayan L.A. Justice Michael Hall

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