Remembering:
ZILFA
Wiltie
Uncle Authur Johnson
Daddy
Grandmother Emma
Sweet Grampa- Norman Black
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Rememberance : People of My Childhood
JAMAICANS
West Cliffe Chapter 13 Good-byes- ~85
~ Memoirs of Zelfa ~
She dance with the stars
She smiles like the moon
She laughs at life
She laughs with you and me
She moves with the stars
She moves with the moon
She laughs at life
She laughs with you and me
The vine of the morning glory mingles with the fog that sets over Westcliffe
The wild poinsettia not yet in gloom
Her bare-feet touches the ground life a gazelle in flight
The mango-trees are blossoming
The cal-la-loo field is in full bloom
The sun rises over Ingun Head as the morning arrives
She laughs at life
She laughts with you
She laughs with you and me
The bare land calls out to her
The hog-plum tree lowers its limbs to her
Black-pond sends ripples to her feet
She wades to the ripples
She laughs at life
She's not gone
She's not gone
She's here
She's here with you
She's here, laughing with you and me
~ To Richard in Memories of your Mother_
From Noamie who knew Zel as a child and had many fond memories of her.~
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Mother-; Mother- Mother
Tribute to Grandfather Norman Black
Speak softly for I can hear you
Smile softly for I can see you
Walk softly for you walk with the wind
Dance Slowly as you dance before
Tip Slowly as you did long ago
Whisper softly as you rise with the stars
Rise like a star
Rise like a star
The Star of Injun Head
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Remembering Wiltie _ Johnson
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You call me Noam, the sweetest way
You protected me like a big brother in the nicest way
You brought me mangoes whenever they come your way
I could count on you to walk me home from Orange Hill,
after I would stay out after dark.
Even with work constrain,
as you worked with your brother running the bar,
you would hold your duty of seeing me safely home
As grandmother and grandfather asked who had walked me home,
you would stand at the gate and waited for me to go inside,
always the gentleman, always the friend
"It's me Aunt Emma, you would call out; its me Aunt Emma"
You were my trusted friend
You were my friend, to the end
I miss you
I miss you
That timid deer-like walk, I miss you
But most of all; it was the way you call my name
It was you who call me; Noam!
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Flowers from our Garden
West Cliffe
Orange Hill & Summer of 1966:
Remembering Uncle Arthur's Cane Field: ~149
1990: I recalled only a day or so before that Grandmother Emma mentioned to me that uncle Arthur was very sick. Something came over me, so I got up and told her that I was going for a walk to visit someone; 'me soon come back.' I didn't tell Grandmother where I was heading as I wasn't sure myself as to where I had intended to journey to. I made my way along the once familiar path over to Johnson Yard. Upon approaching the yard, I say A-ene. She recognized that I was there to see her father. Perhaps a little embarrassed, A-ene stated to me, "Noam, Pappa is very sick and wont remember you." I realized that A-iene was nervous as she spoke. Not realizing what was what, I told her it was ok, that even if her Pappa didn't remember me, I would still say hello. I didn't tell her that 'one spirit do not die' as Uncle Arthur is, and that he would still sense my presence. A-iene was about to feed her Pappa, from a baby bottle. Perhaps it was a minute case of shame that this is what her proud Pappa has come to. Nevertheless, I stood at the entrance of the door to the bedroom and watched as she fed her Pappa. Uncle Arthur wasn't the man I had known growing up. Instead, he had gone back to been like a child.
I stood at the door and observed what has become of the once proud man. After he was finished drinking his meal, he looked up at me. His words were cleared as he would recognize me and addressed me by name. Even after I had just stated that "Mass Arthur, me come look fe` you". He said; "Noam, its you Noam, you come look fe` me?" I said Yes. Suddenly time would stand still and I would be taken back onto time.
1966: Uncle Arthur had sent a message to me. He was about to reap the cane field down at Logwood Bottom. He was going to burn the field for better cutting; so I must come today or tomorrow and get my nice fresh cane, before he burn the field. I would take the walk through Orange Hill, down the hill and pass the cotton tree, and head down to Logwood Bottom where the field was situated. Across the road is Bam and Madera house, or what was once the couple's old house. There Uncle Arthur stood, patiently waiting for me. The mango tree at the entrance to the field bears some bright red mangoes. The mangoes were all red, however they were still green. Sweet mangoes with a slight difference when they ripe. Uncle Arthur cut me the cane after I pointed to a tall long cane. A part of it, he peeled-off and put in my dress, for me to eat. That morning, I sat in the sun, by the gate and eat my cane.
Twenty-five years had come and gone, even when it has seems forever. I was glad that fate has it way, and I was in Jamaica to have gone to visit Uncle Arthur. I was glad that he had remembered me. I was glad that A-iene would feel some pride in that her Pappa would recognize and remember me. I was glad to have come, one last time to the home of Uncle Arthur, my grandmother's brother-in-law; but most of all, my friend.
In memories of the good times I have spend going to Orange Hill Fishermen Hall-up. The love showered upon me by them. I use to arrive at the Orange Hill Haul-up, early enough to see them coming-in in that rough current. They would yell and signal to the men on shore on how to position themselves so as to assist them coming in/pull out the canoes. It was a challenge.
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Flowers from my Garden
West Cliffe - My Grandmother - The Mother I Knew:
The Birthdate We Share
_ Grandmother _
Emma Bell - Johnson - Ennis - Black
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Flowers from our Garden
--- My Father---
He comes from the North
He flies in From the South
He creeps up from the West
He stood tall from the East
He's now here to protect his love
His daughter _ ~Noamie!
He ran through the trees
He ran barefooted
He runs through fire
He runs into the flood
He wade across the rushing flood
He runs with the wind
He runs with the storm
He's now here to protect his love
His daughter _ ~Noamie!
He sees through the dark
He sees in the dark
He comes to the light
He comes out of the light
He's now here to protect his love
His daughter _ ~Noamie!
Berrisford A. Bremmer
West Cliffe The Road That Got Us Here
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BEHOLD A MOTHER
TO LOOK UPON A MOTHER
THE LOVE OF A MOTHER
BEHOLD A MOTHER
TO LOOK UPON A MOTHER
THE LOVE OF A MOTHER
A MOTHER
Mother's Day came [2007] and I wish I had a loving mother that I could have called, but I don't. So, I creaTed for myself, a beautiful day, and tell myself that my mother didnt deserve me. God's Love Surrounds me.
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Dearest Miss Laurel Barrett
You reached out your hands to help me up the high banks that took us,
underneath the tree.
We sat underneath the almond tree and you break each almond,
so carefully putting it in my mouth
You were so young, barely nineteen
You were so innocent
I was so young still a baby.
We watched the people goes by
We looked up at the Lynch's yard,
where Apple, Blossom, Cherry and Pink lives
Yet it was your smile,
Your bright smile that takes my breath away
Your lovely smile that takes my breath away
I met you underneath the apple tree
The tree of life loaded with fruits
I met you underneath the apple tree
As you bid me well
If only in a dream
You rose from the water to greet me
You rose from the banks with my mother to greet me
You were my mother
You were my mother
With a smile that takes my breath away
When I think of you and misses you,
I look up to the stars and there you are smiling down on me
Your star that shines
Like only a mother would
I think of you each time I see an almond tree
I think of you each time I walk your back yard to go back to the tambrine tree
I think of you each time I see a beautiful pink rose
Those rose that caught by dress each time I left your verandah
Each time I drove by your familiar way
I still look up
I look up
I look up
Even in a dream
And I know that you are there
I know you came to sit there
Just for me
Like only a mother would.
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Mother-; Mother- Mother

West Cliffe Chapter 23 The Hours of Darken-ness: When the Evil Calls: ~153
Blessed Child of God
When God takes a child from a parent, the child becomes God's child. A special child of God walks between the thin Vail of the Heaven and Earth. The child becomes an Earth Angel. The child sees more than the normal persons do. The child is held in the palm of God's hands.
Warning to mothers: When your womb is blessed with a child, God has blessed you. When you cursed the child of your womb, you curse your very womb. Once a curse goes out it has to be taken back. Taking it back is not always easy.
God gave the land to me, the day I was born. The land that I was born on. Everything belongs to God. To curse God's Child is to curse God himself. To curse God is to suffer a spiritual death.
October 1960: A woman had conceived to bear a child. The child came into the world. The woman did not want the child. The child was a "Holy Child", God's Child. The mother curses the child. The devil came for the child, only Archangel Gabriel was there to protect the child. When the devil came, and stood underneath the basida-tree, robed in a black cloak, the mother of the baby looked out and saw the devil. Realizing what she had done, she screamed out. The entire village came out to look for the man. The man has come and gone; disappeared into thin air. Archangel Gabriel was there to protect the child. The child became "God's Child", a child called~ Noamie.
At my christening, My Godfather Father Knight anointed me a Prophetess__
"Who God Has Bless; Can No Man Curse.. ~Prophecy Revealed!
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Flowers from our Garden _Summer 2007
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