Ashes

Like a Phoenix                                                                       

My broken soul emerged

The refusal not to love

Buried in its place

She Is

She Is

My Prometheus

Bringer of light to my dark world

Wrapped me in a veil of love

The Matriarch True north on the compass

For a family of poor decision maker

Bearing the burden of others mistakes

My Grandmother

Transformed mother

For Two generations of Child

She is

Frances Beason