If I don't Remember You- A Poem by El_boogie

As we get older, the first thing to go is the memory.  Watching our love ones get old can take it's toll on the whole family and can be very stressful.  My own grandmother suffered from Dementia and at the time I didn't understand why she thought I was still a kid (even though I had kids) and she would talk about things that had happened years before like it was yesterday. Looking back it makes sense now, but at the time; we didn't understand how those type of diseases worked.  She never forgot who we were, but she thought we were still young kids. 

Last year I was watching the Tiny and Tonya show and the episode was focusing on Tiny's father who has Alzheimer.  It was really sad to watch her communicate with him and try to get a response.  I could only imagine how that might feel….so I wrote down some words.    *Yes I write poetry too...

IF I DON’T REMEMBER YOU

If I don’t remember you,

            Please don’t hold it against me.

I can only hope you hold enough memories for the both of us.

If I don’t remember you

            Please don’t forget me.

I will be depending on you to tell me who I am.

 If you remember me

            Please tell me; that I was loved, I am love, I still love.

Are we only the memories that we chose to hold inside?

Or are we everything that you need us to be.

If I forget you; let me know that you will remember me.

Dedicated to the Memory of Artonsie Bagby

Should I Still Be Offended?

So, I was at the local Buffalo Wild Wings grabbing a to-go order when I spotted this picture on the wall. At first I didn’t know what was wrong with the chicken until I stepped back to get a better look.  Once I realized the chicken was wearing some sort of ‘dread locked wig’ I was sort of shocked.  Being a person with locs I’m sure I am a bit sensitive when it comes to my hair choice and what it represents for me, so seeing MY HAIR STYLE on a chicken didn’t sit well with me. “Hey, you see this?” I asked my daughter. I’m taking a picture of this.. I told her.. I can’t believe they got the nerve to have this UP here!, I’m thinking as I take the picture.  Well fast forward to this week, when I came across an article about a ‘black owed business’ doing their thang..and what not.  I clicked the link and what do I see? An interview with two brothas that own the Buffalo Wild Wings Franchise.. Now I’m not sure if the own ALL the BWW across America, but it gave me reason to ponder my earlier ‘problem’ with the photo.  Was this the brothas idea of a joke, or some white Marketing dudes idea of being innovative…Either way we can’t win for loosing…our hair always becomes more appealing when represented on an animal.  But wearing locs does NOT make you Jamaican… Nor will it make  your chicken taste any better.

Call Me Grandmacita!

   Well it's no wonder that I decided to blog about this topic today even though I didn't realize that exactly 6 months ago she arrived and turned my world around. Alexys hit the planet and made me a grandma! Okay so at 42 years old I guess I wasn't as 'young' as I thought I was, and I was in NO hurry to become a grandma..."DONT CALL ME GRANNY!!!! was screaming in my ear all while my daughter was pregnant. Well, what the baby gonna call you?..Umm, I unno.. I thought-anything but Granny.. "I'll think of something"...So after some thought... I decided she should call me...Grandmacita!..




But when I try to describe the feeling of being a grandparent~ she can call me Nelly..for all I care!!...Long as she call me..and know who I am. There are NO words that can explain the love you feel when you hold your baby's baby!!... Unreal.. Just look at that face and TELL me, you would not be in love. Happy 1/2 year Birthday Lexy~~ Grandmacita loves you!!!