Jaki Shelton Green – i know the grandmother one had hands

June 30, 2014 | By | 10 Replies More

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Category: African American, Knowing, Poetry, United States of America, When Women Waken Literary Journal

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  1. Donna J. Dotson says:

    Thank you for this gift of a poem. Today marks the anniversary of the death of my grandmother, so those emotions are so very close to the surface, but this poem brought visions of our time together, and I could see her hands kneading the dough, sewing quilts, digging potatoes or patting my cheek. Beautiful and real and touching.

  2. Jaki Shelton Green says:

    Thank you for the blessing of receiving this poem. It is always my intention that my writing might have purpose beyond literary merit.

  3. Kerry Holjes says:

    Jaki, this poem speaks so eloquently to me of my connection to my grandmother and the power held in her hands, her heart, her memory. Sometimes, I can close my eyes and still feel the calming power of my grandmother’s hands.The collective spirit that moves the world most certainly manifests through a grandmother’s hands.

    • Jaki Shelton Green says:

      Thank you Kerry. I have always been obsessed with hands especially my grandmother and my children. When Imani was diagnosed with cancer I became obsessed with her hands. I held her hands constantly, watched her hands…never let them go in hospice. When she was dying and immediately afterwards I placed her hands all over me…maying thinking that the bones of memory could bring her back to me. I feel her hands now as I write this.

  4. Sheryl Rider says:

    I know this woman, though we never met. She is familiar and comforting, her hands though worn and tired, always providing and protecting. Those hands that held on no matter what. She feels of home and of memories long buried that seldom surface, until today. Until this poem. Thank you.

    • Jaki Shelton Green says:

      Thank you Sheryl for hearing her in all of her incantations. These womban hands belong to all of us. They sing to us.

  5. Truesue says:

    You’ve worked the words into images and patterns of pictures that now sit comfortably in mind. I felt the women’s work of the days and the years that you saw with the tracking of time. Divine.

    Thank you for your writing. I saw you read at the Carrboro Poetry Fest many years ago and appreciated the power of your speaking your poems, which taught me. Written silently, rarely read or repeated aloud, our poems. Voiced with volume, they can raise roofs.

  6. Jaki Shelton Green says:

    Thank you dearly for your generosity of spirit. We truly have many roofs to raise…together in poetic utterances.

  7. Lisa Rizzo says:

    This is so beautiful. It not only reminds me of my grandmother, but my now elderly mother as well. Thank you for this.

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