This is heartbreakingly beautiful (and reminds me of a certain frog…). Lately, I’ve been hearing and reading a lot about honoring our ancestors, or praying to them, or reaching out to them. This makes me squirm. The little I know of mine, three and four generations back, what the hell can they teach me but to be vile and hate-filled? Your prose poem suggests we can choose our ancestors the way we choose our family, no? It is something I will think about. Thank you for this.
This is heartbreakingly beautiful (and reminds me of a certain frog…). Lately, I’ve been hearing and reading a lot about honoring our ancestors, or praying to them, or reaching out to them. This makes me squirm. The little I know of mine, three and four generations back, what the hell can they teach me but to be vile and hate-filled? Your prose poem suggests we can choose our ancestors the way we choose our family, no? It is something I will think about. Thank you for this.
Thank you. Lots to think about. Thank you.