Lucille Clifton - Praise song lyrics

to my aunt blanche who rolled from gra** to driveway into the street one sunday morning. i was ten. i had never seen a human woman hurl her basketball of a body into the traffic of the world. Praise to the drivers who stopped in time. Praise to the faith with which she rose after some moments then slowly walked sighing back to her family. Praise to the arms which understood little or nothing of what it meant but welcomed her in without judgment, accepting it all like children might, like God.