Old Stones



We have & hold worlds in 
the palms of our hands, reach out 
touching tomorrow's sands 
waters of time. We love or 
have loved with the lining of 
our souls, from once broken but 
healed places, ever teaching, 
leading & longing to give 
back ourselves. With us, no thing 
ends, is unobtainable,
unachievable, undone.
Nothing’s forever unknown.

In us a Heaven opens, 
a truth unveiled. There is a 
singing, strong songs lulling us 
through pain, fear & whatever 
shame. Our strong minds have dreamed of 
biblically knowing all
wisdom, truth, understanding,
always a redeeming love.

We have buried woes in worlds 
of hope beneath old stones 
of expectation, bleeding 
& freely breeding new life 
from old pieces left behind.

The universe has left us
comforted by a joy that 
mourning brings, a sign that it 
writes these circles with our ink.

Copyrighted May 10, 2014 Latorial Faison

You Remembered

by Latorial Faison


More than twenty years ago
I was young, bold & courageous like you
dreamed of being strong like you

Mother, woman, queen & goddess
praised, proud & strengthened by brokenness
the struggle of joy & pain siphoned
from miles of songs

Your words like candle lighting
brightening up a dark day
your laughter filling new moons
God’s sun, rising, setting & shining
on daughters lifting up sons
who carry your blood & memories forth.

Deep inside gray matters
tucked in, beneath quilts of prayers
heirlooms of moments & times gone
buried within the patches bearing witness.

You treasured a piece  of me
in gracefully retired hands saved me 
in your beautiful mind summoned me
from across more than a thousand miles
blessed me & called me by name

It was like calling to say Hello
like asking How are you?
express that nothing could say
I know you, not like this.


Copyrighted April 7, 2014 Latorial Faison

Mama Home?

by Latorial Faison

I don’t want to lose sight of
the strong woman who was you
the pride you took in being hard working,
forever helping, not wasting a piece of food
anything homemade or handed down
how you kept a clean house
and ran a tight ship

how 4 o’clock felt like a new day
because you were home
talking to your inner circle about outer circles
cooking baked chicken, fried fish,
fruit cobbler or some other to-die-for dish
listening to you was like watching
Esther Rolle movie episodes, good times

like reading Hurston’s dialect-filled
oral histories, stories, and rhymes
you were a southern, female, blackness
that got real proper when strangers called
I hear you in new ringtones that ring like
old phones, in soft voices like your friend
Emma Lou’s asking, saying “Mama Home?”

I see you sitting there
half opened, half read Tidewater News
or Virginian Pilot in your tired hands
watching the 6 o’clock news
catching a nod or two
as 11 o’clock news watches you
in your favorite rocking chair


Copyrighted November 18, 2013 Latorial D. Faison

The Way You Were

by Latorial Faison

You were a light
shining
a star most brilliant
through the night
the journey incomplete
without loving
all around you
it was the way
your soul laughed
the way you dealt each card
played your hand
with pride
reached strongly
into frail pockets
to save
it was the way you were
never broken
but made whole


Copyrighted © November 12, 2013

Matriarch



Swift and vibrant like the surprise of wind
Removing doubt and proceeding in
So wise, so sure, so confidently at ease
In your defining way, life’s fears relieved
Embracing this life in every season
With care and regard for passion and reason
Unafraid, outspoken, ever so sure
Intelligently leading with strength so pure
Rendering to loved ones the best of you
In love, in spirit, and service too
No greater love, no greater heart
Than that of thou, true matriarch
How grateful that in cherished time
Life joined our hearts, this hope to find
This hope that binds and leads us on
This hope now come to lead thee home


Copyrighted 2013 Latorial D. Faison

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A Poem for Mama


On my mind 
always
for you were there
for me 
never forgetting 
that life
the love
the lessons taught
the joy of 
Sunday meals
late night talks
and country folk 
mishaps and 
misfortunes
how you prayed 
for me to be
somebody's woman
late to bed
early to rise
your hands
hard at labor
kneading dough
turning wheels
cooking meals
for eating
for teaching
for me













A Dream Planted

by Latorial Faison

Little fair one
planted 
beyond the brink
of two country roads 
that crossed

With gathered strength 
you grew
not forgetting old dirt roads
or yielding fields
you once knew

Eyes wide open
you believed
what imaginings gave way to
in self-portraits 
and God’s eyes

Painting tapestries
of dreams
with colorful words and
worlds handed down

Embracing truth
predestined fruit
the totality of dreams
a few times 
deferred

It began with you
at the hands of you
the hands of those hands
that planted you

Never mind all the ways
roses grow or spray
keep standing
most useful
most beautiful
in full bloom


Copyrighted May 2012 Latorial D. Faison