Dedicated to Mami, my mother’s mother, and her mother’s mother:
I can hear her humming in a distant room.
She sings songs of her childhood
that were from her mother’s time
and the time of her mother’s mother.
No slowing down.
Just the rummaging of what she’s getting done
and the sounds of her voice.
A few sighs here and there may be heard,
but never a malicious word.
She goes about her business,
finishing every chore with perfection,
while lightening the load of those around her.
Her humming is soothing like a lullaby,
but with a melody that keeps her going.
It takes me home to my island.
It takes me home to my childhood.
It is the humming I love most.
The humming of my mother,
my mother’s mother,
and her mother’s mother.