Time immemorial

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I’ve seen the face of gratitude. The mirror does not lie.

I’ve turned it toward you.

My reflection.

You remind me of what I’ve forgotten.

You listen to the remembrance of my core when I return again to truth.

You are the stone upon which I have carved our meeting:

April 5, 1975.

I awoke in the wee hours of that morning.

A cry let out,

then silence.

I listened.

I listen still.

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4 Responses to Time immemorial

  1. Gwendolyn Walker says:

    I see him in you. Beautiful piece like always.

  2. Jalyn says:

    I know nothing of this photoed moment and yet
    what moves through me is this, Siah…

    Precious is the child who reaches for and touches
    the man who would one day need to receive her
    heartfelt gratitude.

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