The g’s

Remembering mom dead  years ago
We tried to picture great grandmother.
We did not know who our g.g.m. was
But would dream her in a holy thread
On a shirtless chest,  a lump in throat. 

Our sacred thread runs  left to right ,
And is reversed on chest right to left
And we have placed three rice balls
On a banana leaf with sesame seeds
For g.g.m,, g.m. and m. in that order.
As lineage grows , g’s go from them.