The first time my mother goes to New York Cityit is only for a long-weekend visit,her kiss on our cheeks as much a promise as the excitement in her eyes.I'll bring something back for each of you.Its Friday night and the weekend aheadis already calling usto the candy lady's house,my hand in daddy's.He doesn't know how to say no,my grandmother complains.But neither does she,dresses and socks and ribbions,our hair pressed and curled.She calls my sister and my her baby girls,smiles proudly when the women say how pretty we are.So for the first time my mother goes to New York Citywe don't know to be sad, the weight of our grandparents' love like a blanketwith us beneath it, safe and warm.
The Blanket
Candy Lady's House
Main StreetStore
Hometown Diner
This poem stood out to me the most because it reminded me of my grandparents. My grandparents are very kind, loving, and protective of my sister and I. Similar to Jaqueline, during the summer months my sister and I would go to the mall and get lunch with my grandparents while my parents are at work, it was always a good time. In the poem Jaqueline says "like a blanket with us beneath it, safe and warm." This is how I feel with my grandparents, they will do anything to keep us safe and get us what we need. My grandparents have taught my many things, like Jaquelines grandfather did. I love my grandparents very much and they have taught me many things.