Figure 8

by Black Byrd

Time does heal almost everything, but most of all I believe it allows one to self-reflect. When I turned thirty years old, I began to realize how blessed I am to have been raised by “THE VILLAGE” made of INFINITE COLORS!

When you open up the top of the figure 8 and wrap it around the family and bring it to the bottom which is the foundation, you will get INFINITE colors of LOVE.

A village of hearts of infinite mothers, as well as infinite colors. It hasn’t even been two years and I have lost three branches of my tree. As a matter of fact, it wasn’t even a year between the first two deaths in my family. I was awakened with a phone call that another branch broke this very morning of January 24th, 2018. Nonetheless, I have to acknowledge the other live branches from my honorary brothers, therefore making the “GREAT 8” of my poem. 

Happy Mother’s Day to “THE VILLAGE” - A Village of hearts of infinite colors.

The Color of 8 Great Hearts

Creative
Opulent
    Luminous
       Overflowing
    Righteous

 Faithful
 Up risen

             LOVE

8

Happy Mother’s Day

To: Mommy

From and Written By: Yogi

Footsteps in the sand

I understand

The sound of truth.

House of tiny, little pitter-patter of feet.

Yes, mama, those feet were mine, and you stayed at my threshold.

This is dedicated to my village of aunts, who were mothers to me, and who recently transitioned to another realm, and are still greatly missed in this one.

To lead me, to teach me how to shine in God’s wisdom of grace and divine truth:

Thou shall honor and obey.

Believe me that the love you have given me,

My blessings,

Came through you from God’s gift.

Thank you

Happy Mother’s Day

Gloria Dixon 2016

Andrea Crosby 2016

Connie Anderson 2017

Barbara Bell 2018

Francis Saxton 2016

Diane Moore 2017

Francine Lewis 2017

Delphine Moten 2016