Grandma ZulaA Poem by luciddreamerI only got to spend one summer with my Great Grandmother ...she was a very mysterious and beautiful human being...and I am so grateful for that one summer of magic....I miss her white beans and cornbread, as well as her salt and pepper hair which flowed onto the floor, from her seat where each and everynight, in her ritual of preparing for sleep, she would release to brush from the bun atop of her head I miss her wisdom and magic, although she never looked at it as magic, only as a gift from the one whom she knew true God and not a gift to herself but to others, she always reminded me that she was only a messenger, she assured me we are all capable of doing wretched things Her faith was impeccable, even the sins of the tv preacher she watched didn't waver her.." people are people, we all sin" she would say her commonsense was not common at all this Cherokee American Indian who had an African name © 2010 luciddreamerReviews
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8 Reviews Added on October 11, 2010 Last Updated on October 12, 2010 AuthorluciddreamerCarrollton, GAAboutFirst they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win....Gandhi more..Writing
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