Hypertext Magazine & Studio collaborated with Chicago’s Above & Beyond Family Recovery Center to bring writing workshops to their clients. This poem is a result of that collaboration.
By Toni Lang
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When I was 7-years old, every evening when I came home from school my great-grandfather was sitting by the heater smoking his pipe in his recliner.
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In my childhood home the smells that I smell were my mom’s perfume and my grandmom’s cooking. I hear the television. I hear my grandma and my great grandmom sitting at the kitchen table talking and eating breakfast, my great grandmom perking her coffee. I love the smell of fresh coffee being made in the mornings. She was frying baking and eggs, toast. I can hear the sounds of neighborhood kids playing outside of their houses and the sounds of the ice cream truck.