and i
are exhausted
my mother's-
her mother's, too-
my name newly pressed
within the cover
next to theirs-
ink etchings-
fading
leaving behind
an imprint-
their knowledge-
freely given
for the future
and by now,
turned pages
folded
marking time-
four generations-
tearing
adding to yellow pages
strokes of dignity
matching their age
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