I lived in a tenement yard at Sutton Street in Kingston
Yes, life was not easy, but I would not trade it for anything
Eating asham, stretcha, stinking toe and maccka fat from street vendor,
I will never forget my childhood, I considered it a splendor!
Playing dandy shandy, jax, and putting on skits at night,
I find all these things and more quite a delight
Ketching up the cold stove for mama to cook food for us to eat
May have been a rough way of living but we were never hungry and she always cook up a treat.
Washing my dirty feet at the cistern before going to bed at night,
By the time I tip toe back to the house, my feet look soiled again by candlelight.
Performing nature in the “chimmey” tucked under Mama’s bed
Prevent all of us children from wetting the bed
You see, we did not have indoor bathroom, kitchen or toilet for that matter
But somehow it did not bother me
Because the love that my mother had for us was really what carried me
I enjoyed my childhood in that tenement yard and even though it’s no longer
I will always hold those memories because they allowed me to be much tougher and more stronger.
I miss my homeland, yes wi likkle but wi tallawah!
Submitted by Grace Mason