early-mid 1960s: (Clockwise from top left) Aunt May, Ma, Aunt Nita, and Aunt Mamie
The names and dates run together, eventually.
Is it shameful in shunning weather? Yep, probably.
Luckily, I do recall, a dark and lovely tale not tall –
four sisters hunting for better, in harmony.
In low and smoky cities, born to such high legacy,
graceful granddaughters of a stand-out deputy,
raised in shaded filters of change and of diversity,
this is my black history… what the past means to me.