The Better Part Of Me Poem by Mustafa Marconi

The Better Part Of Me



Five to seven, Sunday morning
Little feet pattering
Eggs and bacon sizzling
Biscuits on the table
And the coffee is brewing
Grandma says the prayer
Grandpa breaks bread........

Brother cleans the table
I do the dishes
Later we sit in the den
And listen to all the stories
Learn about the kin we never met
Learn about the places we’ve never been
Times and events we couldn’t comprehend
On the wall above the television
A grand picture of Martin Luther King
Grandma says he was a great man of God
“Helped us black folks to get equality”
Then they showed us the old films
The water-hoses, the dogs,
The rowdy mobs spewing with hate
The police brutality and abuse
He must have been so brave
To just stand there and not fight back
Grandma says that when he died
A part of all of us died
The better part of all of us
They really loved Martin Luther King...


We sit together
Talking, laughing, and sharing
Our grandparents old and aging
Sweet as sugar, yet strong as a rock
Both, great God fearing people
Have taught us everything we know
Both so courageous and brave
To raise so many of their grand's
In their twilight years

Half pass four, Sunday afternoon
We gather for our supper
Baked chicken, mashed potatoes
Corn on the cob, fresh salad
Homemade soup, and biscuits
On the wall in front of me
A beautiful picture of my grandparents
Who have helped us to become
Caring and compassionate
Loving and giving
I know that when they die
A part of us will die
The better part of all of us
So I get up and hug them
And tell them over and over again
Thank you Grandma
Thank you Grandpa
I love you

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Mustafa Marconi

Mustafa Marconi

New York, New York
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