Grandma’s Hands Face tight the whole ride down south Didn’t want to go but knew betta than to run my mouth There was no turning back Popped in that eight track Pops kept playin’ Jackie Wilson’s Lonely Teardrops Please stop! I wanted to scream The only way I could drown it out was to dream Batting my eyes a few times thankful that he had finally put Jackie to rest Stopped the madness No more stress The air was blessed With a freshness A reminder That we were in South Carolina Pulling into a pebbled filled driveway My grandmother stood in the doorway She slowly pushed open the tattered screen Reviling her long thick sliver braids That were shiny and so serene Git on in here! She would say Smile as warm as a sunny day She’s hug me so tight patting my back with her hand When she was done I would plop down on the couch near the fan One man band Closing my eyes not wanting to see I would sing Letting the sweet sound of my voice echo back at me Y’all want some iced tea? No more questions asked I’d jump up following her in the kitchen to get a tall glass My you done grown into a pretty girl My grandmother would stare at me as if I was her world You can’t tell nobody what I’m about to say Grinning I would mumbled okay Crossing my fingers behind my back Maybe You is my favorite grand-baby A feeling of pride built up inside of me There were so many of us you see And we were rarely in each others company I didn’t even know where I was on the list But my grandma insist In a family full of boys Me I was her pride and joy Crickets made a symphony of their own sound Profound In the hotness of the summer night I would brush my grandma’s hair just right Silver strands held a life worth of wisdom Heartache and pain Showin love to anyone who came into her domain Things when I was young I couldn’t fully comprehend She loved me but if I got outta hand She would reprimand With a firm hand That held wrinkles of a lifetime of Cooking Cleaning Scrubbing Other peoples floors Then without a complaint come home and do her wifely chores You cry now so I don’t be cryin’ later No one could replace her She showed me how to plant To give God reverence She gave me my first and only drink from a well Time will tell Like grains of sand I will never forget My grandma’s hands An excerpt from Unprecedented Melodious Words of Ajee Da Poet Vol. 2 © 2014 Shelley Fowler
Posted on: Thu, 14 Aug 2014 22:15:36 +0000
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