My Heartland

Tonight the moon is bearing bright on the land.  It is nights like these I often think about my Grandmother.  When I was young she would tell me stories about how she would lie awake in bed while everyone else slept, reading by moonlight.

Tonight the air is enveloping everything with it's chill.  It is nights like these I often think about my Grandmother.  When I was young she would tell me stories about how she would have to walk to school, rain or shine.  Winters were the worst.

Tonight the heart is heavy with longing.  It is nights like these I often think about my Grandmother.  Now that I am no longer young and she has gone, I long for more stories that give sight to the landscape of her Heartland.

Tonight is one of those nights I often think about my Grandmother.

This is me - Teine 'Afakasi.