In this picture,

Something is devastatingly wrong.

We are all women.

We are a daughter,

a mother,

and a grandmother.

Did we just appear?

In other family picture,

there are generations.

Of women.

Of men.

Coupled together.

We are all women.

We are strong,

at least in appearance.

Underneath,

frail, worn, and nervous.

Destroyed,

ripped apart by those-

supposed to love us.

A father,

a husband.

A father and I husband.

Who could love us?

These... things that we are.

As a daughter,

and a granddaughter

I've learned that...

Everybody leaves.