Poems

Poem

Dada taught me cards.
Sitting in his suit of pants and vest.
A fistful of joker-red hair strewn across his brow.
His big belly like a cannon ball.

Poem

Dada has stories from Calcutta
wrapped up in his big belly.
When he belched they would unravel.

Poem

Sugarcake!
Sugarcake!
Ah chile sweetie ting
a Trini granny could mek:

Red Cherry Red
Poem

I was born with a map of Australia on my face;
it was beautiful, my mother told me – 
there was nobody like me in the whole wide world
who could trace the edges of down under

Red Cherry Red
Poem

I spied a small lonely boy.
I was his beautiful red balloon,
from morning through to noon,

Poem

Mek me tell you wha me mudder do
wha me mudder do
wha me mudder do

Me muder pound plaintain mek fufu
Me mudder catch crab mek calaloo stew

Give The Ball to the Poet
Poem

Song-bird shut dem mout' an lissen,
Church bell don't bother to ring,
All de little stream keep quiet
When mi Granny sing.