Lucille Clifton

(June 27, 1936 - February 13, 2010 / Baltimore, Maryland)

Praise Song - Poem by Lucille Clifton

to my aunt blanche
who rolled from grass to driveway
into the street one sunday morning.
i was ten. i had never seen
a human woman hurl her basketball
of a body into the traffic of the world.
Praise to the drivers who stopped in time.
Praise to the faith with which she rose
after some moments then slowly walked
sighing back to her family.
Praise to the arms which understood
little or nothing of what it meant
but welcomed her in without judgment,
accepting it all like children might,
like God.


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  • (5/15/2014 12:07:00 PM)


    Heartfelt and gratitude filled write. Nicely done. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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