Someday in Silver
i will be the grandmother
who lingers
who stays after the dishes
who smells like vanilla and clean laundry
who keeps the porch light on
even when no one is coming
i will not be a story
they have to imagine
i will sit on the floor
even when my knees ache
i will braid hair slowly
like time is something we own
i will memorize
the shape of their laughter
i will clap too loud
at school plays
i will bring the snacks
i will say
“come here, baby”
and mean it with my whole chest
i will be soft
in the places
the world is sharp
i will not make them earn
my affection
i will be the lap
that feels safe
the kitchen
that smells like comfort
the voice
that says
“you belong here”
because i know
what it is
to long
for that kind of woman
and somewhere in raising my daughters
i have felt that longing
brush against them too
like something inherited
without meaning to
i have carried
that ache
like an heirloom
so i will build
what we never had
i will become
the grandmother
i searched for
and my grandchildren
will never wonder
if they are loved
they will know.




























































































This is so beautiful. Wonderfully written and explains exactly how I feel. 🩷🌸