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Steadfast Remember the back of your grandmother's hands, her life, a wrinkle of lines your mother’s mother burst forth from stars through radio waves, rockets, and rebellion to meet you In her time, bombs created constellations then fell in formation around her heart Decades of war cast shadows on her bones but from them she forged a future You turn her hands over in your mind, tracing your fingers over the paths in her palms back to when she held you back to a familiar world Pressed against her bosom she healed your skinned knees with unwavering love fed you cookies and dreams, and whispered your worries away. In this new unknown, you call to the heavenly realms for a sign from her you beg for a light of hope, but this void remains starless the two of you have done your work you must go it alone this is your war