I woke up to the sound of a basketball dribbling
And a cool breeze ‘whistlin’
And the deep sound of a city about to awaken
What does the day hold, and what possibilities?
A simple prayer of not a cup half full but overflowing
Pawtucket, where the rivers flow and the streets are old and winding
Reunions and absolutions, redemptions, and new intentions
Words spoken and heard…hearts broken observed
Seen and loved…loved and seen…seen and heard
My sister, as beautiful as her name -Dawn
A name like a new day, a new chapter, new beginnings, new laughter, and a new sunrise….mmm
Let me tell you something…God is good….mmm
mmm is her sound of wisdom, strife, and real-life
Brothers and sister remembering, reminiscing, and missing.
Trippin, eating, laughing, and ‘dissin’…brothers and sister loved and not left behind
Walking on the land of our past and present
Stepping in, stepping forward, and stepping through
Rhode Island, where the family was, is, and will be
Woodbines, Cypress, and Evergreens
Hope with a 100-year history and legacy of Venters and Prices and destinies.
Fallen gravestones and family markers
Armstrong memorial placards
Missing family, but regaining history and stories both scary and glorious
Now, new chapters are being written
New lines, new shine, and new times
Legacy remembered but destined together
Temples and churches and faith places
Schools and parks and late-night talks
Carousel rides with childish eyes and laughter
Our memories, like Rhode Island Roads with twists and turns and surprises
I woke up to the sound of a basketball dribbling
And a cool breeze ‘whistlin’
And the deep sound of a city and family I had been missing
What does the day hold, and what possibilities in Rhode Island?
A simple prayer of not a cup half full but overflowing…Between space and opportunity
