Martin Luther King Birthday
A blessed and warm Martin Luther King Day. I so remember when I was a tiny child picking up my brilliant Uncle with the Grandparents. I know it was the first time I had been to the train station. I was a reader and I read early. I remember distinctly needing to go to the restroom. I wandered into the restroom, and I read over the door, whites only. I thought to myself, what does that mean? I even questioned if that was the case where did the other people go? It was a deep feeling and just the beginning of many such experiences in the south.
I reared my children to never see color, but character. They still base their friendships on this premise.
Fallen Color
Seasons golden, rustic colors
shed from the aged old tree.
I lean in against the scaly bark
smell the age of autumn’s passing
I feel the leaves falling freely kaleidscope
around the warmth of the breeze.
I step gingerly at the base of roots grounded by time,
pigmented color, bark’s earthy smell.
Feeling the gifts of nurtured ground and holy soil
a symphony of change begin to swell.
I am brought to the awareness of time,
and the treasures it bares.
© CMM 2015
Train Ride
Screeching sounds of train breaks hollered through the phone,
wind and shuffling of feet, as the rumbling screamed
out again starting toward the next stop…
His voice strong and young through the phone spoke of his adventures.
Oh how he is following the many paths of his dreams; from one tale
to another he describes his life in the city…
Again, the sounds of another stop demanding the attention over the
noises around him crashing into the phone. He asks about his sister,
how she is, now that she is expecting?
His voice, even with the competition of the city sounds, is stronger
in nature and in tone than all the noises competing with his time on the phone,
joval he remarks, “She will be a great mom.”
Tenderly, he refers to his sister; again the train slams into another stop.
“Is this stop yours? “ his Mother asks “No Mom, “ he replied. “I won’t miss it.”
He then affirms his devotion to his sister.
“You know Mom, she has a great heart.” He said with a tender voice.
“I am so looking forward to meeting her baby.” He affirmed his expectations.
again the moment was taken over by a thunderous sounds.
All of a sudden the noise in the background became quiet. “Has the train stopped?”
His mother asked, realizing everything had gone quiet. “No, I got off at my stop.”
he responded with a clearer tone, no longer competing with the train.
“How far is your apartment?” his Mother asked, with the customary concern and worry.
“Only a couple of blocks Mom,” he reassured her. “Well, be aware of your surroundings,”
she replied with her normal worried tone.
“I worry you know,” she tried to say with a smile in her voice.
“I know, and thank you.” His tone, equally smiling with the terms of acceptance over the years,
it was then, with his own great heart, he said, “Good Night.”
© CMM 2012
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