It is my grandmother's birthday today
I barely remember her
She died when I was three
My only memory of her
is a fleeting moment
I relive from the picture she holds me in
Ada May taught school on the lower east side
for over 57 years
and walked to the train
in the rough streets
unafraid with safe passage
granted by hoodlums
earned one book at a time
She loved spring full of flowers
and afternoon tea
Her only grandson was me
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