Rememberance Poem by Christina Simmons

‘Trouble beast has no soul'
So says grandma and her ma before her grandmother
Terror shows in her eyes when water is near
She remembered deep in her psyche right before
Her eyes, lucky to be alive

Gunshots, shooting, running around in a rush,
In a hurry relative, friends were thrown overboard
For smiling, crying, shouting, singing and dancing
For all of that!

Is it any wonder grandma beats me when
I sing, dance and say ‘grandma, I'm going swimming.'
Yeah, I see terror in grandma' eyes when I mention water