Honor and Breathe

Honor And Breathe

For: Deb Reynolds

—We grieve with you the vandalism and the racist assault on your grandparents’ dreams and legacy

A moment to honor.

An inhale.

A moment to remember.

To see their faces and smell their skin.

A moment

To smile at their beauty, unmatched courage, unapologetic dreams.

They dared to imagine

And their vision became their reality.

Work, tears, toil, strife.

Costs paid at an inflated price.

Victories won, still no time for celebration.

Just a small moment to acknowledge the come-up,

The reality that dreams were realized.

Exhale.

Hate.

Exhale.

Racism.

Breathe the sadness.

It hovers thick in the air of injustice.

But even the deepest of sorrow cannot take away dreams

Born from the mind and soul of Heaven’s child.

Inhale.

Heaven.

Inhale.

Imagination.

Dreams were meant to be lived,

Worked on, worked out.

They depend not on applause, but on faith.

The sign is not the legacy.

Dreams became reality in you.

That is the legacy.

Inhale.

Beauty.

Exhale.

Unmatched courage.

Unapologetic dreams are alive in you.