Grandmama Poems - Poems about Grandmama

... 30 Days In I fall short of just enough Words escaped my breath Eager to talk My tongue utters As a mute Finding his voice My mind races with mighty a speed My fragility becomes app......

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...Memories are just that. O how I wish Grandmama were making her fruitcake. Standing alongside the entire time With the understanding the mixing bowl was mine for the taking. All year she would s......

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...I was born to be a prostitute, I knew this was who I would be when Grandmama walked ten miles to clean houses seven days a week. I knew this is who I would be when Great Grandma died and the f......

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...Although she was my grandmama, We all called her Miss Ida. Children and grandchildren alike did succumb To this quaint, obscure, southern custom. In the days of gold and lavender, Mother was "......

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...Tribute to The Street Kids of Mumbai Documentary I used to pick pockets And steal tomato at the market place I beg on the streets of Mumbai, India’s largest city I stop drivers and ask for......

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...Cry me a river cry me a river The change has arrived Where are all the heroes Heroes like jolting Joe D Hit the ball to outer space Running from first to Homeplate Kids cheering ki......

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...There sat an old man on the porch. He was long and gray. Skin that looked similar to a dried raisin. Dark as a wet pecan. His eyes a light green color. You know his dad was one of those C......

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...her roots or the south no doudt shes has cook out her food is oool its all soul as the story is told its greens beans the mean is lean its finger slicking you do kept looking at GRANDMAM......

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...how she cook am hook she don't need a book her mind is her guild these or know lies she has spies i love GRANDMAMA......

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...Poet: Ken Jordan Poem: I'm Gonna Write Edited by: Sparkle Jordan written: August/1988 I'm gonna write about  my grandmama - I'm gonna write about  my mama - I'm gonna write about my lo......

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...when she cooking i be looking this is know lie love grandmama pie after the pan with my hand it be sticking i be just FINGER LICKING......

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...she is grand of all she cookes is a ball my grandmama is tall am small i watch her old dresses fall as she is hooking her GRANDMAMA COOKING......

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...its the south rout a taste don't go to waste she can burn the pots and fixs a lot of good soul food grandmama is real cool am still looking i love GRANDMAMA HOLIDAY SOUL COOKING......

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...coffee best describes papa joe's essence for me coffee kisses- YES fertilizer stink paternal grandaddy smell famous tomatoes noxzema only for miss toby before bed shakey hands slicked up......

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...(I hold three magic rocks in my hand Rolling them over and over and over Leaving this reality far, far behind I dream Daddy's dream, over and over and over.) My daddy talked about her. He said......

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