Immortal

I am my grandmother.
Therefore, I can see my great grandmother.

My mother is them too.

My granddaughter is my mother, grandmother, daughter, and me.

We like shoes and dancing. We love flowers.

I like country music. My mom hates gossip.

She is wise like my grandmother.

I love everyone. I am strong like my grandmother.

My mother loves God. I am her.

My daughter loves art. She is me.

My granddaughter is strong. She loves art… and God. She is us.

We are all one.

I have been living since the creation of humankind.

So has my mother. I am her, but I am not.

Both of my grandmothers liked to cook. They both drank coffee.

Grandma Eloise adored me. She died in her sleep. She died alone.

But in me, her only granddaughter, she is still fighting death.

Grandma Lela is too.

With my every breath, they cling to life.

Just as I do within my daughter.

I wonder now, will my daughter fight…

To save my life?

To save theirs too?

Who will my granddaughter be…

If my daughter lets us die?


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