My Grandmother’s Backyard©

Copyright 2015

by Felina Silver Robinson

Lying on my back
On the plush freshly mowed lawn
Thinking of all that happened before my time
Under the old fruitful peach tree
In my grandmother’s backyard
Where all the townspeople come to gather
Beneath the old oak tree
Everyone shares their woes
Then they’re on the go
Hoping for answers when there’s nowhere else to go
They lend their ear to the Elders
Who take control of our sector
Doing things right just like they taught you
Sippin cider, hearing stories, and hoping to get answers to age-old questions
Hoping not to find out things that will lend to a sleepless night
Here amongst the elders in my grandmother’s backyard