Inherited

 Uncles and grandfathers attended

In that space between waking and the deep

Where I search for answers.

The uncle asked me, is there peace?

Where? I replied.

In the spaces you share, he said. 

Yes, sometimes, I told him honestly. 

Well, make more of that. The uncle insists. 

I am your uncle, I didn’t get credit for knowing much but I know this. When you can, make more peace. 

Are you happy? My grandfather inquired. 

I won’t lie to him. 

I could be, I say. 

All I’ve ever hoped for you is happiness, seek after that, he advises. 

I usually take his advice. 

He and I make a pact. 

Good girl, and smart too, he tells me,

Same words as many times before today. 

So I’m going to sleep restfully now

Til morning light dawns through that little window

I’ll let my heart rise and dwell in all good things

It is 

After all 

My heritage to claim, if I will have it