Family Curses

My grandmother’s curse fell on the child,

the day she was baptised.

‘You won’t give her my name,

but her nature you shall see

will be no less than another me.’

 

Early on, she took after her grandmother.

Same likes. Same quirks.

As she grew into her own,

her temper did the same.

 

Clear as day, it became to us.

We could only watch helpless,

as she turned into a mirror

of the woman who had cursed her

on the day she was baptised.

 

 

 

 

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