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.

#GenerationalHealing

#CycleBreaker

#BecomingHer

#MotherhoodJourney

#HealingThroughMotherhood

Las Cruces
2/15 Edited to

... Read moreReading this beautiful poem about becoming a grandmother truly resonated with me. It reminded me how important it is to consciously build a family legacy based on love and emotional safety. Too often, love within families can feel conditional or scarce, but choosing to be a presence that lingers — whether it’s lingering after the dishes or keeping the porch light on — shows a commitment to being steadfast and dependable. For me, the journey of motherhood and grandparenthood has been about actively breaking cycles of emotional absence. I remember moments when my own grandmother was distant, and I longed for warmth and connection. That feeling seemed almost inherited without explanation, just like the poem says — "like something inherited without meaning to." I’ve learned that becoming the grandmother who hugs without judgment, who claps loudly at every school play, and who embraces every moment slowly, is a powerful act of healing. The poem’s imagery of vanilla scents, clean laundry, and a safe lap captures how simple acts of care create lasting impressions. These small details are the fabric of comfort and belonging that can heal generational wounds. It encourages me to envision the spaces I want to create for my grandchildren — spaces where they truly know they belong and are unconditionally loved. This message aligns closely with the concepts of #GenerationalHealing and #CycleBreaker. Healing through motherhood isn’t only about raising children but transforming familial pain and longing into nurturing love that spans generations. It’s a journey of becoming the woman who says from her whole heart, "come here, baby," and meaning it. If you’re on a similar path or reflect on your family relationships, embracing this perspective can offer profound comfort and inspiration. It reminds us how powerful it is to be the grandmother who will never make her grandchildren wonder if they are loved — because she makes sure they always know it.

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Melissa Louis

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

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