Grammy Ivy

Her mother would leave
So Ivy grew roots
Moved by the gentler joys
Of making home
Where she’d been planted
On society’s edges
She did not climb
Yet still entwined
Her growing braid
To wash away
The writing on their walls
With her beliefs in kindness
Doing the work
Others deemed lowly
An understated scion
Who saved everything
To quilt
Into her legacy
Of love

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