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Family Ways

I have my ways and don’t we all?

Little ways of doing things, tiny habits,

a certain way of managing a plate of food,

holding a cup, wrapping a scarf.  Etc.

My mother silently counted the steps

she took, the number of stairs up and down.

I do this too and as it turns out, several of my

siblings and now one of the great nieces.

An unseen unknown habit passed on through generations.

Or is this as simple as the fact that roughly half of

humans cross their thumbs left over right and

half right over left and therefore unremarkable?

I’d prefer to believe this small tic of my mother’s

is a tiny part of her quietly accompanying me

slyly slipping along step by step putting a bit of

order into the chaotic world she’s left behind.

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