Author Archives: Amanda Hemmings

My Grandad,my friend,when I play your recordsI’ll think of you,I’ll think abouthow we used to sit on your sofaand talk about Jamaica.I’ll think aboutthe first time you showed meyour first passport picture.I’ll think about the stories you told me – You stepped off the boat and breathed in the British mist,holding in hands heavy dreamsuprootedContinue reading “1954”

I gave my niece the book I used to read when I was six, she sits and reads it in anticipation, turning the pages, meeting the characters I once met on the street I once knew. Amanda Hemmings