A Grandfather’s Monologue

If you’re not careful, too much
pomelo will give you the runs, but
the leaves of the tree make
the sweetest tea.

The day before you want to
drink, cut
leaves from the tree. Dry them
on the roof, under sun.
Next day, steep
them, then
leave the tea
to cool.

My grandmother would make it
for me,
as a child. She lived
alone, I visited
her sometimes,
she really loved me. I was the only
grandson, not like the others,
I was blood for
sure.

Blood, for sure.