BACK TO MY ROOTS

Far from once upon a time

The place was Brooklyn, New York and the street being Pacific

I lived on Pacific and Classon

It was a 2-Family Brownstone

The exact address was 1100 Pacific Street

I gave the address being fact

Atlantic Avenue rang behind the Brownstone

I was born during a blinding Snowstorm

It was February at the height of Winter being the norm

The Snowstorm was truly full blown

I had to be taken by Ambulance to Kings County Hospital to be born

It was over the ice and through the Snowstorm

But the Ambulance made it on time

However, my birth had complications as things had gone wrong

Health issues had materialized

My Mother and Family were surprised

This could have been a finale

Death was on the lips of the Doctors

But through God’s grace, I am here still today

Despite that ordeal, I had a very happy prosperous childhood

I was raised by my Grandparents

I learned right from wrong

The purpose in how to get along

The legacy carefully planted

I remember Nabisco Factory being across the street from my Brownstone

They used to give out free Nabisco boxes of Crackers to everyone in the neighborhood

At Pacific Street, we had our Land lord woes

It involved in getting heat

Some days the heat would be on, and other days, no heat

My Grandfather yelled to the Land Lord too send up the heat

When that didn’t work, he banged on the Radiator

When the heat didn’t come up, my Grandfather, Charles got fed up, and said, “Evelyn, my Grandmother, I had it, we are moving

Three months later, we moved to a Mitchell Lama Coop, Rochdale Village

My Grandparents are deceased

But I have their legacy at least

My Grandparents wisdom is what the world sees within

Back to my Roots

I can’t forget

My only regret is that my Grandparents are not here.

 

 

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