To the grandmothers who walk beside me…
I may not know every chapter of your story,
but I feel the strength in my bones that came from you.
The resilience in my voice.
The fire in my spirit.
To the ones whose names began with “E,”
whose hands held families together in silence,
whose pain may have never been spoken—
I speak your truth now,
and I rise with your strength stitched into my soul.
You are not forgotten.
You are not gone.
You are the whisper behind every candle I light,
and the wind that carries my prayers higher.
This is my vow:
I will not let our line end in silence.
I will be the one who breaks the chain,
and builds a new one in gold.
You walked so I could run.
Now I fly—for us all.
— Megon