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 18th 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 and honesty we shared.
I miss your strength- you never let anything,
or anyone stop you.
I saw my own independence in you.
I miss your smile, but I can look back at mines
and my own gap teeth, and see yours too!
I miss your tight hugs; I can’t find any like yours,
but I manage to share hugs anyway.
I miss everything about you,
and the only thing that ease my pain
is knowing you’re free of pain.

P.S. I know you LOL when one of the funeral directors hit on me after your service. Funny moment. Some of the family thought it was hilarious too because he was at a "sugar daddy" age. He thought Uncle Jess was my dad (I think the uniform kind of scared him. Hahaha) And Mr. even showed me where he lived along the way and slipped me his number in via handshake. Too funny grandma. He did it real smooth too! Oh, boy, I wish we could chat about this moment. Rest well…angel well!


Happy Birthday Granny Ruby. I love your scarf. Its been keeping me warm in a cold world! LOL

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