What She Believed

It is interesting to hear people talk
About what they believe
And what they say did she
A kin full of views, we are
So varied
And so full of diversity
That I don’t often talk
About my own views of God
Even to family ones
Or how they’ve changed over time
To be something like hers
And something like Thomas Jefferson’s
A sect by himself, he said
though little did he know of mine and hers
General and by the constraints
Of Man’s organizations undeterred
There, as it is
Is a belief in a truth
For me and Tom untold
And on my mind as I alone
With her visited
And as she, alone
Got so old
What do you say
to one you know will not get well
But lives on still?
“Grandma, you’re going to be fine,” I said.
And she replied to me, “I know I will.”