Before I take one last walk with my Grandmother,
I will press a flower petal
to her brow
and try to make her laugh
I will let her take my arm
hers outstretched like mine
as I grasped her fingers
learning how to walk
so she can savor its flesh
and hope that I too,
may see the fruit of my labors
The promise of my seed
fulfilling the promise
of unending life
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