Open Poem to My Grandmother Ruby
Open Poem for my Grandmother Ruby I miss you. I miss hearing your voice. I miss your advice on men, cooking, and life. I miss your prayers. The sound of your voice when overjoyed or when someone pisses you off. And God knows, they better not piss my Ruby off. I miss your laughter. I miss surprising you when I visit, and you’ll buzz me in and meet me halfway down the hallway. And I just loved where you lived- black businesses, jazz clubs, museums, and arts. My best visit will always be my first. We walked down 18 th and vine, side by side, enjoying being grandma and granddaughter alone while looking at arts, listening to street jazz, and storytelling. You told me everything I didn’t know about you and dad—your youth, your hardships, your failures, your wrongdoings, your good times and your sacrifices. I love the love you had for your grandchildren and sons. You wanted a daughter, but you found that in your Danielle and your Jessica. I miss the openness