We can’t say now,
‘No, we didn’t know…’
We did.
We can’t say,
‘There’s nothing I can do.’
There is.
We can’t tell ourselves,
‘I’m not good or strong or wise enough.’
We are.

We don’t know the answer.
It doesn’t matter–
the answer knows us.
It reaches through us,
if we let it.

We can read it
like the fine print
on a faded page
of the recipe book
handed down to us,
by the grandmother
we are destined to

Tanya Coburn

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