My Grandmother...

Likes to garden and her temper is as hot as her pepper sauce that she makes, from the peppers that grows on her tree. She tends to her garden although her back hurts, picking green, bulbous avocados limey-green oranges under the cruel caribbean heat. My grandmother loves to eat vegetables and warns never to eat meat every day. She prays and never reads. Her nose has surrendered to gravity as well as her breasts. She laughs at herself. She cries for me, sometimes. Silently. I know because she has told me. My grandmother is more beautiful, a million more times more beautiful a zillion to the point where you can't even count, more beautiful than Paris Hilton. She is full of class She takes the motherless in puts her faith in her actions takes care of those who don't have anyone to take care of them. My grandmother smells like limacol dinnermints onions chives fre...