Remember by Alena DV My grandpa remembers - Immigrating from Sweden so long ago And smorgasbord every Christmas, when all the kids’ faces were aglow. Grandma remembers - Childhood in Minnesota, where snow always falls. She has a background of Irish and Scottish - she has them all Mom remembers - Born and raised in Argentina, as an MK Now and all grown up, my Mama works as a pastor all day. My Granddaddy remembers - He cooked in WWII, for the soldiers His brother got a purple heart, what a warrior! My Granmomma remembers - Walking in marches with Dr. King You could really hear her voice ring My Daddy remembers - Growing up in Alabama, in the black side of my family Playing around as a kid, as fun as he could be. I can see - That I am all different colors, That I just love my family culture. And everyone in my family tree Should love each other along with me! |
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