Splendid work! I'm sorry for the pain and suffering you had to endure to create such a MASTERpiece.🥀🌹

can you help me find her reciting the poem? i can’t find a video anywhere.

Hermoso. Me sacaste las lagrimas.

This brought tears. I miss my abuela so much. I am not into poetry but this right here hits home on all different levels. Love it

Knowing the story behind the poem just heightens the truth in the words. Respect

The firmness in her voice is engraved in my soul😍😍

Maravilloso...."BRAVO"

Lamento decir que para captar una mínima parte de las palabras de Denice Frohman he debido recurrir a la traducción. No hablo inglés y lo siento mucho. Especialmente en esta ocasión. Sin embargo, creo haber captado el alma del poema. Puede que, por vivir en la cuna del español, la pérdida de ese elemento identitario parezca un riesgo que nos resulta lejano. Sin embargo, las palabras de Denice me han trasladado su dolor por haber perdido el vínculo del idioma con su abuela y toda la carga semántica que cada idioma tiene en sus palabras. Tal vez father y padre, mother y madre sean trasladables en muchos idiomas pero sospecho que no significa lo mismo "grandma" que "abuela". Hay mucho más en el bolsillo de una abuela latina que en el de una anglosajona. No tengo la menor duda.

"I don't know whether to laugh or feel violated" yup.... mood for a lot of situations lol

"Monkey pox...all up in the twizzat!" 🤣🤣🤣 Now THAT'S "fuckin' cold"!

Swear I come back to video every year when the snow hits

Vision is the truth

Good job

I am muslim that sound svery good

Excellent

This is so relatable for me. My Abuela lives in Puerto Rico and I live in the states. I am Puerto Rican but since I grew up in the states I dont know too much Spanish. I try my best to learn and it makes her so happy she cares about me so much. I love to dance with her and it makes me so sad and scared when she is sick. I dont wanna lose her... her mother has Alzheimer's... I'm scared my abuela might have it too...

My favorite poem ever. I just lost my grandmother so this touches every part of me.

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She is such a great poet!!! She inspired me to start writing and performing slam poetry

this spoke to me on too many levels to not tear up from it except my Abuela is from aguas calientes, mexico

Impeccable

She goes to my school

I loved this, thank you Nina

i am in love her

HAS DENICE MET LIN-MANUEL MIRANDA

انت اجمل واحد شوفتو فى حياتى يارب تقرا كلامى😦😦😦😦

In tears.

I love this girl so much. I have never met her but her words make me feel like I've known her forever ! Just PERFECT!

I creep into your room, Abuela. Like an 8-year old on Christmas morning up 3 hours too early, but it’s 1pm and you’re still sleeping. I decide to wake you. Call me selfish, but there’s something left in you that I need hold before you’re gone. As your eyes open, I wait your face, trying to make sense of mine, trying to translate me into something you’ve spoken before And I know it only takes about 22 seconds, but I swear, it’s long enough for me to fall in love again. “Abuela, yo soy tu nieta. Recuerda?” And there your eyes widen like football fields, as you reach for me in your back pocket, like a crumpled dollar bill you forgot you had, showing me that I have always been worth holding onto. After we exchange short Spanish greetings, I try to keep the conversation going, but I’m not fluent, this language, your language was always bumpy road. So I turn the radio on to fill the pot holes in my tongue and we dance. Let Celia Cruz lay the clues that stitch you back to me the lyrics pulling themselves over the gaps in your seams like a jacket covering the puddles in your memory lapses, synapses snapping, and though your mind is a retired dancer with two left feet, your spirit is a 22 year old woman, with legs that could wrap Christmas presents for days and hips that could make God want a lap dance. Every chorus a question I ask like: “Abuela, how did you feel when it was illegal to wave your own flag?” Every melody, a moment to capture your history like: “Abuela, did you really walk 3 miles to school everyday?” Every riff, a chance to end those sleepless nights once and for all: “Abuela, did you ever figure out how to stay in love? I promise I won’t tell a soul I know.” See when we dance, we make corpses wanna boogie. You in bed, moving your arms conducting the skeleton of my body like a symphony my hips, rocking back and forth, with a dip and a twist, kissing the accents in your favorite song's lips, reaching for the dimple's in your memory for me to take a picture with. I can make you feel like when she was 22, growing up in a poor Puerto Rican town too high up to place on the map. Abuela, do you remember you yet? And I know this just amuses you, but the truth is this was never just dancing. You represent of part of me that people said I could never claim. You give me the language to speak my identity fluently, for the first time this was never just dancing. And maybe it’s because I’m the only one that can get to you, the 22 year old in you, the joy, the smile that forgets to show itself on most days. Abuela, you make me feel useful. You make me feel like I come from someplace, so who needs maps any way, I have you. So go ahead Abuela, sleep - just not forever. Because you and I have a lot more dancing left to do.

I'm in love.

that is cute

I miss my abuela. She was everything that you described her as.

can someone please find his duke Westlake cypher I can't find it anywhere .

Puerto Rican people are beautiful, I wish I knew a Puerto Rican person, such a beautiful person would be so amazing to befriend. :)

oh my GAWSH "have you ever had your light accessorize someone's life like a coach bag"

This brought me to tears hearing her words and how they reflected everything that I thought about my Abuela. Unfortunately, she has since fallen asleep forever and I miss those dances, those memories, and falling in love with her face every time I saw it. Thank you for your beautiful words Denice.

I love you

The wordplay......absolutely brilliant!!!🙌🙌🙌🙌👏👏👏👏👏👏

Denice Frohman is an inspiration for me to wake up every day and feel proud of who I am and from where I'm from. Denice puertoricans are proud to have you as one of us! You are an inspiration and a great poet! I love you!!!

wanna marry her

Beautiful version of a great Christmas song :-)

My 'abuela' passed away 2 weeks ago in Cayey ,Puerto Rico. She was complaining about our Governor and making jokes as she always was, she was a strong woman. I miss her so much. This is beautiful... Puerto Ricans on the Island need to hear Denice Frohman's poems, because they would feel proud of her and how she portrays us Puerto Ricans through her family's descriptions. Spot on.

my english teacher showed this in school today and i realy liked it

she is so beautiful!

I want this sound and for the rude comment just stop

I'm in tears. This reminds me of my abuela and my Spanish family. Denice, you make my heart wrench in all the right ways. Never doubt, she always delivers. Favorite poem.

Yes..I loved watching this come to life!!

All of her poems are SO beautiful and powerful. This one is one of my favorites! It gave me chills. : )

I don't know why that made me sob. I miss my other grandmother, she tried to teach me Spanish, but I was too old to really learn, and now I don't know if she would even want to see or hear from me. Issues with my father caused issues with his whole half of the family, and I guess this poem reminds me of lost opportunities, lost people. This poem reminds me of the half of myself that I cannot hate but I refuse to love.

This reminds me so much of my abuela and her young spirited self...lovely poem.