By Luwela Esube, Congo
International Institute of Akron & Project Learn


My grandfather
  whose stories were large
like a tree’s shadow
under which many people
could rest
  who walked slowly like a turtle
reflecting kindness
  who was over one hundred
and like a precious suitcase
contained wealthy things
  whose heart was open
like a flower
on which bees could land
to collect pollen
  whose voice was like honey
my grandfather
  whose life was a mirror to me