In memory of Dr. T. Greene
I think I catch site of her sometimes.
Strolling thru the airport in her garb.
Her petite frame draped in brightly colored west afrikan appearal.
Gold earrings dangling
strands of beads adorned with animails of the plain and bush.
It is not her.
She has been an ancestor for years now.
My excitement is quelled.
I am quiet for a moment.
Giving thanks for having known her.
Rest in Power. rest in Peace. Dr. Greene