in memoriam

[warning: too emotional to edit]

tiny hands too soft to call gnarled but bulging with vessels too turgid for sagging wrinkles roll balls of tart bittersweet tamarind with sugar, pepper, garlic, churn coconut icecream slowly, slowly, for perfect consistency and stretching of young ones' eyes+patience, boil down guava for cheese or jelly treated like dessert, rarely spread on bread or crix, instead lovingly licked directly from a spoon pushed deep in the recycled jam jar and turned only with effort...always generous of heart+hand, our granny, shared by many, bloodlines never proving barriers to her capacity to nurture; we grew up having somewhere we knew we could always go, where her skirts smelled of comfort and everything tasted like home...
walk good.