- My uncle is a small man.
In Navajo, we call him, "shidá'í,"
He doesn't know English,
- my mother's brother.
One morning he sat in the kitchen,
- but his name in the white way is Tom Jim.
He lives about a mile or so
down the road from our house.
He tells me about how my mother seems to be gone
- I just came over, he said,
The store is where I'm going to.
every time he comes over.
We both laugh - just to think of my mother
- Maybe she sees me coming
then runs and jumps in her car
and speeds away!
he says smiling.
jumping in her car and speeding.
I pour him more coffee
and he spoons in sugar and cream
until it looks almost like a chocolate shake.
Then he sees the coffee can.
I sit down again and he tells me,
- Oh, that's that coffee with the man in a dress,
like a church man.
Ah-h, that's the one that does it for me.
Very good coffee.
I pour us both a cup
- Some coffee has no kick.
But this one is the one.
It does it good for me.
and while we wait for my mother,
his eyes crinkle with the smile and he says,
So I usually buy Hills Brothers Coffee.
- Yes, ah yes. This is the very one
(putting in more sugar and cream).
Once or sometimes twice a day,
I drink a hot coffee and
- it sure does it for me.
From Sáanii Dahataa The Women Are Singing by Luci Tapahonso, University of Arizona Press.
© 1993 Luci Tapahonso
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