to be brown forever. Is it okay if I like you? Yes. then I hug him and let go, wondering if that’s enough to set him free.” — Wanda Coleman, A Talk with My Grandson, Age Six Tagged: Poetry, The Slowdown, Dad, ancestral, brown “There’s no one left to see his hands...
8.All I want in this world is to see my grandson’s face light with a smile. When I see you smiling, nothing else matters to me. Happy birthday, my dear. 9.I will forever be thankful to God for keeping me alive to experience the love of such a wonderful grandson like you. My d...