Knowing she dabbled in art,
Creating sculptured delights
That repleted her soul like
An immovable feast.
Knowing she flew South
To his funeral – A dear friend –
Couldn’t miss it.
Knowing she saw his and her friends
There like Old Home Week
— Alabama college days re-blossomed.
Knowing she attended a fish fry
At his widow’s mansion. What an eye opener!
She loved her twin girls,
Workaholic husband, Ralph, but
Had she made the right choices?
Should she have moved South
To wallow in luxury?
Knowing she traveled to Birmingham now
Photographed a famous church
Where black children were murdered on 16th Street
Knowing she wandered the streets
With her friend where Birmingham hoses
Had attacked black protesters
Streets that looked quite innocent now
Knowing she bought fruit
At Birmingham Farmer’s Market
Paid the young white clerk
Who smiled, looked into her mahogany face
And said, “Thank you for your patronage, ma’m,
Come again.” Knowing she was surprised,
But returned a smile as, “You’re welcome.”
Flew from her lips.
Knowing she sauntered out of that Birmingham
Market feeling at peace with herself
And knowing and knowing and knowing…
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