IN MOTHER’S FAVORITE CHAIR by Tayé Foster Bradshaw I am not sure when this journey began or really, where it will even end up. I keep thinking that I will walk back into the room and see her sitting there, book in hand, coffee at her little side table, a smile on her face. But I am fully awake and I know this is all happening, all around me. “Your mother went up to heaven,” that’s what they all told me. “Okay.” I ran off to play. I am only four years old. I believe them. They would never lie to me, this I am sure of. They have always taken care of me, giving me cupcakes that my grandmother made, the lady with the long, long gray hair that I saw one time in the early morning when she didn’t know I was awake. I was supposed to be asleep on the sofa, snuggled next to my little brother and my cousin, we were supposed to watch Romper Room in the morning, I was awake, hol...
whispers of eternity echo out sings a song to soothe the wounded one standing looking out over tomorrow's tomorrow hoping they would see freedom but the captive and the innocent snared entwined chained together because of what would someone say say say about being what should never ever be and the innocent ones perished for the snares of tongues.
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