Mrs. Yolanda Nicholsen Poet Naat

SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL

AS I WATCHED MY GRANDDAD LOOK AT MY GRAMMIE
HIS EYES LIT UP SO EVERYTIME HE'D SAY SEE 
THE BEAUTY OF A WOMAN IS IN ALL THAT SHE DOES
I LOOKED AT HER WRINKLE HANDS MY EYES A FUZZ
AT WHAT HE SAW WHEN HESAW SO MUCH LOVE
SHE SMILED SO HEAVENLY AS HE'D SAY MY PRETTY
I LOOKED IN THE MIRROR AS I YOUNG AND WITTY
THEY DANCED AND GLANCED IN EACHOTHERS EYES
NEVER HAD THEY EVER LOOKED WITH DISPISE
HIS SMILE WAS SO BIG SHE FIXING HIS CUFFLINKS
AS HE SPINNED HER AROUND THE KITCHEN SINK
SHE LAUGHED AND SUNG SO AS HER HANDS CLAPPED
THEMAN WAS STUNTED BY THIS VISION OF AGE
MOST MEN CARRIED LADIES FROM A MAGAZINE PAGE
THIS COUPLE OF SUCH APPRECIATION SO MUCH JOY
SHE WAS LIKE A MAIDEN AND HE AS A YOUNG BOY
I ASKED COULD I CUT IN AND HAVE JUST A DANCE
HE SAID YOU'RE TO OLD AND SASSIE NOT A CHANCE 
YOU SEE THE DAY WAS YOUNG AND SO WERE THEY
SO WE MOVED THE TABLES AND GOT OUT OF THE WAY

WRITTEN BY MRS. YOLANDA NICHOLSEN 11-17-2004
DURING A BLIZZARD SUFFERING FROM PTSD PENT UP
WITH TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY AWAITING TO TESTFY 
IN A MURDER TRIAL IN TAMPA BAY STARRING AT MY 
POP VEGAS MAGAZINE SO THIS WAS WRITTEN 
FOR MY GRAND PARENTS ROOSEVELT AND NONA 
THE HOUSE OF NOTES WHERE THE BLUES JAZZ CARBARET
WAS QUITE VIVID  MY BEING A WRITER IN HIDING FROM 
MY KILLERS MY STALKERS  I NEEDED TO CONCEAL 
MY IDENTITY FROM MY STALKERS WHILE THAT MURDER 
TRIAL WAS GOING DIDN'T WANT MY JAMAICAN 
KILLERS LOCATING ME BEFORE THE TRIAL BEGAN 
SO I CREATED MARIETTA KEATING FROM MY POP 
VEGAS MAGAZINE HE SAID I HAD MARIETTA'S EYES 
THE SHOWGIRL ON THE COVER WEARING FEATHERS 
ON THE COVER MARIETTA THE JEWISH LADY FROM 
WW11 MY POP ALLOWED HER TO SEE HER HUSBAND 
WHO WAS HELD CAPTURED BY THE GERMANS MARIETTA 
KEATING BECAME A VERY IMPORTANT PART OF MY EXISTANCE
MY WAY OF GIVING A TRIBUTE TO MY IRISH ANCESTORS 
FROM KEATON IRELAND  
NO DIFFERENT THAN MARIO PUZO WRITING IN HIS 
SUITER NYME CLERI OR YOLANDA CORNELIA GIOVANNI JR. 
SUITER NYME NIKKI GIOVANNI COPING WITH SEVERAL 
MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES INCLUDING A FEW ALTO EGOS 
MARIETTA KEATING BECAME JUST THAT AN ALTO EGO 
BECOMING ONE WITH YOUR CHARACTERS OVERTIME 
THIS POEM IS A BEAUTIFUL TRIBUTE TO MY GRANDPARENTS
WATCHING THEM DANCE LIKE THEY WERE FOREVER AT 
THE HIGHSCHOOL DANCE AT 81 YEARS YOUNG

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