⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️What a wonderfully inspiring book of poetry! I loved how Nikki Giovanni name dropped all through this book, deservedly so. The essay to the graduates of 2020, it moved me. Her words were deep and reminisce of my mother, grandmother and the old aunties. One of the best part of this book was the story of Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny and Mrs. Claus (The Three Riders).
In fact, I read this as an e-book, now I am going to get a hardcover copy. Thank you NetGalley for the opportunity to experience this jewel.
A Praise Song for Roots by Alex Haley…All I’m saying is that everything has Roots. Our only question is do we pull them up like weeds to be destroyed or do we nurture them to allow them to blossom.
The Three Riders…And all three riders slept on happy dreams of a good job.
When Water Could Not Encourage You…Congratulations to all of you who entered this essay competition. Special best wishes to those whose work was chosen to win but a sweet hug and a big hand clap to those who competed. Life is always about doing our best which sometimes is better than others and sometimes simply our best. There is pride each time we walk out onto the court.
As a poet, all I have are words. I think words are the most powerful weapons on earth because words battle ignorance. Ignorance is worse than illness. With illness, we may rest and get well, with ignorance we are only cruel. I should also add that with illness, we get to stay in bed, eat hot soup and read books. Books are our best friends.
We are living in troubled times because there are those who would like to make us fearful. We are not afraid because we have words to give us dreams which make us strong.
I am so proud of all of you. You learned to walk through though you tumbled a lot. You learned to swim, though the water could not encourage you; you learned to have the training wheels taken off your bike so that you could ride on your own dreams. Keep riding.
Understand you will learn to fly. You will find the words that give you a beautiful song. Sing it. No one else has to hear it. It is yours. Sing on.
For the 2023 Graduates of Roanoke College…
Congratulations!
No matter what our dreams or situations
Words are the most important evolution of human beings, we speak, sing, write, pray in words.
We understand our pets and parents through words.
Words paint our dreams; words embrace our emotions.
We use words to make a better world.
We create words to prepare ourselves for a new world.
We gaze at stars to understand our galaxy.
We look in the mirror to understand ourselves, our eyes mirror, the love we have for each other. Our words deliver the words showing respect for others. Life is a good idea.
We find words, write essays, allow our vulnerabilities to flow. We do our best life with our living words
We go forward because words do not go back.
We build a pyramid of words with our memories and sit in the sun and be proud.
Answers… What was it like growing up Black? The Black American experience in all America has been a beacon. We made American food unique and special; we made patches of cloth into quilts; we remind all of us of the importance of integrity and probability, to me, we are a forgiving group. We were taught that in church by our grandmothers. What would the American not only regional situation be without us?
Introducing Knoxville (For Bill Walsh and Reinhardt University)… and there is a sort of memory of it, but I’m not sure that I remember or just heard about it.
I said I was happy because I recognized happiness is a decision.
A Blues for Mother… happy birthday to all who are born and tears for those who leave
Altars… She was a very pretty woman which helps smooth her road.
We need to understand freedom isn’t free. Each generation pays a price.
Graduation Poem… who one day will bring their grandchildren to show “See I was a different soldier in a different war.”
A Dedication…
It actually takes four people
To write a book:
The writer who writes it
The critic who talks about it,
The librarian, who stocks it
The teacher who teaches it
I thank the first one who has the courage
And I acknowledge the other three for
their part
in watering the seed
And helping it grow
Fall in love (For Artemis)…
If you have to fall in love
And you
It should be with a book
Not a novel
Nor a mystery
Certainly nothing scary
And always remember other life forms
Aren’t aliens but other lifeforms
Just as we are earthlings
Not people to be feared and killed
But lifeforms inhabiting the same planet
Maybe ideally a recipe anthology
With great idea ideas of things to do with garlic
Or especially a mixology book to tell us how to relax
If we are careful
We all need to know how to taste beer
And had a judge wine
(the same way we do people —carefully)
and we definitely need a book that lets us
Laugh
And every now and then one
That lets us cry
We need a book and a dog
And a quilt
To tuck into
And love
That will be faithful
And true
That’s what love is:
A good book
An Angel Like Ashley…
Sometimes you’re cold
Or sad
Or lonely
And you need something
Or someone to comfort
You
And you turn
To a poem
Because an angel
Comes to rub your back
How does a poem
Sound
Like an angel
Blowing a saxophone
Or a vibraharp
Or most likely like Ashley Bryan
Reading to us
From Heaven
Betty Wills Jacoby Skinner, 7 April 1925 - 31 July 2020… There is the thought that death is the end, but there can never be an end where love has been sown. The seeds of love have been carried by the birds and the wind and the rain to settle in the embrace of soil. Some seeds grow in some will turn and turn until they become stones of value to those who find them. Some are diamonds and some are rocks but all keep returning to the love that was put next to them as they began their rest. We are birthed with our mothers but we only have the comfort loneliness brings as she transitions.
Ten Descriptions of Me (for Mark Koplick)…I think life is interesting so I think we should enjoy living it. I guess the most important part is not learning to give love but learning to accept love.
Propose to People…Libraries are the university of the people.
Nothing was more important than the bookstores except perhaps the churches.