L’dor Vador… Reprise (for Irmama)

“We are words and we are stories, we are pictures of the past; 

We are carriers of wisdom, not the first and not the last”

I walk alone;
but I am the product of my family.

I am my mother’s style, my father’s strength, my grandmother’s mind, my grandfather’s heart.

My tastes are my own;
but they are the result of a lifetime of influences and perceptions.

I inhabit my own body;
but my features are an amalgam of generations:
my father’s limbs, my great-grandparent’s facial bones, my grandmother’s hair, my uncle’s toes.

I know my own mind;
but my thoughts have evolved from years of nightmares and dreams, experience, and imagination.

We all walk alone;
but our past and all potential futures are always with us.

Ronda R. Scott-Marak
© 10 April 2015