Luwela Esube

My Grandfather

About the Poem

International Institute of Akron
and Project Learn

My Grandfather

  whose stories were large
like a tree’s shadow
under which many people
could rest
  who walked slowly like a turtle
reflecting kindness
  who was over one hundred
and like a precious suitcase
contained wealthy things
  whose heart was open
like a flower
on which bees could land
to collect pollen
  whose voice was like honey
my grandfather
  whose life was a mirror to me

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