The Taste of Memory written by: Dawn Minott   This piece of mint upon my tongue, Cool and sharp, a memory clung. Refreshing tea from pot flow like song A feeling I had forgotten for far too long Steam curls upward, time bends in its sway, Suddenly I’m taken back to Montego Bay. Rain ra-ta-tat on grandma’s kitchen zinc roof Her voice is a calm to thunder—a lullaby my living truth. “Endure the storm, my child, you’ll find your way— … Continue reading The Taste of Memory