Often it is said with such desperation, there is a surge of danger- lurking, gasping in the dank air between two worlds of their’s and mine. In my world, I knew a warmth only the sun gives, where many of the saints are living elders sitting on their porches, spitting wisdom through their full cheeks.

I knew a path where the children’s’ wardrobe is “Dapper Dan” in bulletproof uniforms the lastest school dress code, so that no kids, not one are taken before their time. I knew the names of the saints’ closely watching over every child, Marry-Ann, Carla, Rosa-Marie, and June.

Ah, sweet June had come to give her peak – virtually rising with stillness in her wings, permeating summer’s fruit red with sweetness,

restoring the faintest soul, from “A raisin in the sun” to the “moonlight through trees”

winds to blow, a world so free, children so full, laughter ricocheted from belly to belly

kindness sis. Krissy