I see my grandfather sitting on the veranda
at home in Jamaica in his favorite spot,
you could always expect to see him sitting there
taking in pieces of the world around him
on Saturday afternoons and the majority of Sundays.
Those were the only two days he would be home.
He loved to relax in his special oasis.
No one would disturb him on those two days,
everyone knew he was gone all day from Mondays to Fridays.
He was a hardworking man,
up from dusk til dawn, rain or shine.
He was out in the fields planting food to sell,
raising chickens, cows, pigs, goats
while my grandmother held the fort down at home.
She cooked and cleaned, sewed clothes
and did everything that she could do,
she always went above and beyond helping anyone she could.
She’s the most generous person I have ever met.
He was the most hardworking person I had ever known.
They were a dynamic team.
My grandfather died 10 years ago,
he was the only grandfather I had ever known.
I loved him, he was a great man.
If my son turns out to be half the man he was, I would be glad.
I miss him.
He’s been gone for too long.
As a kid growing up, my grandmother was my everything,
she was like my second mother.
I swore I would take care of her when I could,
my word is as strong as the day I made that promise to myself.
She’s the only grandmother I had ever known
and she’s the best one in the world.
Every time I think about her, my heart is flooded with love.
Most of what I know about love, God, and life
…I learned from the lessons she instilled in me as a child.
My grandfather ruled with an iron fist,
everything he said went, no one tried to defy him.
Defy him once and you won’t do it again.
He was a respectable man, everyone knew that about him.
He rarely displayed love but for his daughters and granddaughters,
he had a soft spot. On the other hand,
my grandmother ruled with love and care.
She’s a woman of God and a woman of peace and respect.
She will always have your back but don’t disrespect her;
respect goes a long way. She will feed and clothe an army,
never asking for anything in return.
She loves to give, give, give
…she hardly gets anything in return.
When my grandfather died, I think a piece of her died too,
she has not been the same since.