My aunt’s body arrives at the churchyard in a two-horse-drawn hearse. Mourners gather outside the white clapboard church, men on the right side, women on the left. Hushed greetings and stoic expressions of sympathy float between them, followed by a holy kiss. Reverence stills the crowd as the hearse halts. The well-trained horses stand at... Continue Reading →
Liquid gold, drinking in the aroma Of Gain laundry detergent, regular scent Inhaling deeply the month of June, Sterile hospitals, funeral homes, And her, still covered with the fluid of my womb Whispers of family and friends on soft summer breezes, Gathered fully for the first time in years, To mourn our lost love Eyes... Continue Reading →
By Regina Cyzick Harlow She longed for me, my mother did To hold her baby flesh and blood When I was born into this life She fell ill and shortly died I lived without her twenty years I cried ten thousand bitter tears But I went off to find my love Guided by mother’s hand... Continue Reading →
