Far from once upon a time
The place was Brooklyn, New York and the street being Pacific
I lived on Pacific and Classon
It was a 2-Family Brownstone
The exact address was 1100 Pacific Street
I gave the address being fact
Atlantic Avenue rang behind the Brownstone
I was born during a blinding Snowstorm
It was February at the height of Winter being the norm
The Snowstorm was truly full blown
I had to be taken by Ambulance to Kings County Hospital to be born
It was over the ice and through the Snowstorm
But the Ambulance made it on time
However, my birth had complications as things had gone wrong
Health issues had materialized
My Mother and Family were surprised
This could have been a finale
Death was on the lips of the Doctors
But through God’s grace, I am here still today
Despite that ordeal, I had a very happy prosperous childhood
I was raised by my Grandparents
I learned right from wrong
The purpose in how to get along
The legacy carefully planted
I remember Nabisco Factory being across the street from my Brownstone
They used to give out free Nabisco boxes of Crackers to everyone in the neighborhood
At Pacific Street, we had our Land lord woes
It involved in getting heat
Some days the heat would be on, and other days, no heat
My Grandfather yelled to the Land Lord too send up the heat
When that didn’t work, he banged on the Radiator
When the heat didn’t come up, my Grandfather, Charles got fed up, and said, “Evelyn, my Grandmother, I had it, we are moving
Three months later, we moved to a Mitchell Lama Coop, Rochdale Village
My Grandparents are deceased
But I have their legacy at least
My Grandparents wisdom is what the world sees within
Back to my Roots
I can’t forget
My only regret is that my Grandparents are not here.