I remember early mornings
Eating home cooked breakfast
Smoked jowl, rice, and biscuits
Sitting at the table watching you fix my plate
Getting lost in the taste
But stopping at the sight of you
Across from me
Dark Afro hair
Smooth brown skin
Round face
That hang under your chin
My attention always went to that hang
That would shake every time you took a bite
Oh how I miss that sight
How I miss
Early mornings
At the table
Eating home cooked breakfast
With you
wow! That’s beautiful. It’s like an entire story in poetry form and it’s so well written. I could see it. Thanks for this.
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Thank you 💜. I was picturing my moments with my grandmother as I wrote it so I’m glad it came through like I wanted.
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OH That is SO Much better than what I thought. It sounded like a love letter, which I see now it totally was, but I was picturing a man, 🙄 your way is way more beautiful. Well done Kaya
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