On finding home inside of me

Every time i read a book in front of a window 

I think of her

Grandma

With her plastic covered library book

In her recliner

Watching birds out the window in between pages

On Eurana Avenue

And it’s like my cells, my history

Brought me here

Without me even noticing

There is part of her inside of me

Finding a book, a bird, and a window for me to rest in

That’s where home is

Inside me

A culmination of everything and everyone before me

When i open up my heart space

When i look

From the inside

She’s there

My grandma

Holding my hands 

Calling me her little heat pump

And she’s within my daughter too

I feel it in her warm hands

And in the way grandma’s words come out of my mouth 

The same

When i hold those hands today

Even when the introvert inside of me 

Believes she’s alone

I’m not

The past is layered inside of me

Like the rings of a tree centuries old reveals

So my spirit reveals to me