when we come to remember
untold stories of our lives
our memories will take us deep
into dim lit caverns of our souls
walk us past bare walls of our world,
where we shall recall how many times
you brought light into our dark nights
we'll recall with songs the quilt
that marks our survival and the mosaic pictures
you painted with a swirl of wit and charm
and how with tender care you added comfort
and warmth to the images that lined our frames
whether it is from Nicaragua to Namibia
from Guyana to Ghana and from Congo
to the turbulent streams of the Caribbean
we'll look upon them fondly, bringing forth
a thankfulness that you walked in every hall
from the Mississippi to the Nile, from Alabama
to Soweto, down to the streets of hearts
with me our meeting has become a part
of my world; it has its special place,
within my being, my life, and in my heart,
your name hangs right beside my smiling face
reminding me just how drab things had been
until you entered the stage with the Dream song
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