Mon, 12/16/2019 - 20:25 -- Maya116

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My grandmother gingerly sang as she rocked me high into the air on the swing set in the backyard.

My laughs bellowed out. Being flung into the air by a hearty push made me feel like I was soaring. 

That's what her love felt like; warm, engulfing us tightly, but freeing, so that cloud nine felt commonplace.

Her English was chopped into patois, and she fashioned wisdoms.

She'd croon, "The humblest calf sucks the most milk." 

I furrowed my brows,

"Grandma, what does that mean?"

Growing up I witnessed how my Amazing Grace, as she was nicknamed,

stuttering with her broken English, captivate hearts by showing humility. 

I Long to enveloped by the smell of coconut, 


and Scotch bonnet peppers that always clung to her tropical printed;

to feel the grace that clung to her spirit.

But back to Jamaica is where she was forced to go

This poem is about: 
My family
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