three stars
three stars fell with grace on ground
where hallowed words hailed,
spoken in tongue of trust~
i do believe, he dotted line
and riddled notes in rhyme
to tune taught by papa
from ancient lap, lifted by spirit
in oak cradled, curved along breast
with strings attached, acquired
from black lady he loved
who reciprocated respect;
within dark world made light~
her walking stick woke the tired,
prodded solutions to problems
also ignored ignorance
outside in open air
who felt she should still be
seated in back of bus
and why she was possessed
by demons because disability
hindered ability to tell difference
between black and white
but i do believe, she rocked
and hummed notes to nurture
spirit on ancient lap with love;
unimaginable sights are seen
through opened eyes even
when color not noticed
for everybody can ‘experience’
when mind decides to dream.
Adding your comment:
And you have sung her soulsong so well within these lines, Poet. A humbling piece, one that brings introspection to us all. Good luck in Muddy's contest. 
