Finding Grandma’s Grave

I found her

lying stabbed in the heart

the only pain she feels now

flares from those empty eyes hollowed by years of longing

searching for her sons and sons of sons to tend her grave

those prayers she sent and incense she burnt

had all gone up in smoke

those sons and sons of sons she favoured

left her impaled in unfamiliar grounds

when all she sought in life was to return

to the place where her girls were given away

seeds sown by a tempest erupted between her bones

pinning her like a carcass to some strangers’ bed

as she arched her empty breast to the sky

beseeching reprieve

no lips no mouth no tongue to seek

the grace she used to pray for

for her sons and sons of sons

(c) Mary Tang 2015

About Mary Tang

An urban orchardist everyday, a volunteer regularly, a poet sometimes and a blogger since March 2015. I travel when I can. Food is a constant.
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2 Responses to Finding Grandma’s Grave

  1. Whoa. Very powerful, Mary.

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