for Ms. Juanita Staunton
More than twenty years ago
I was young, bold, courageous
dreamed of being strong . . . like you
mother, woman, queen, goddess
praised, proud, revered, strengthened by
brokenness, struggle, joy, pain
siphoned hope from smiles and songs.
Your words were candle lighting
brightening up our dark days
with laughter lining new moons
God’s own sun, rising, setting
shining on daughters, lifting
up sons, beckoning hope for
little ones who carry your
blood, name, and memory forth.
Deep inside the gray matter
tucked away beneath quilted
prayers, heirlooms, moments, loved
ones, times lost, buried within
are patches bearing witness.
You treasured pieces of me
in gracefully retired hands
saved me in your beautiful
mind, summoned me from across
more than miles, blessed me, called me
by name, you remembered me.
It was like . . . calling to say
“Hello” . . . to ask “How are you?”
to express that nothing could
say “I love you”. . . not like this.
Copyrighted April 7, 2014 Latorial Faison