Dedicated to my Mom, From her Son.

No Words. For Uhuru (Barbara Lou Dennis)

                by Ayo Hakim Peay

I am anxious…I imagine on September 19^th, 1973 she was too.

I imagine her sitting in a window somewhere in Harlem. It was a cool late summer evening.

She sat with the window open and smelled the fumes of that rotten glorious city burn in a fiery red blaze towards the East that seemed to set the skyline on fire.

I imagine she turned her gaze into the eggshell painted room. The paint on the walls looked like old dry skin. 

Roberta Flack ‘s haunting voice playing softly against the whistling of the wind passing through the railroad style apartment.

High ceilings and an ambience only constructed during an error before the world found itself at War for the second time. 

The dark, hard wood floors looking like glazed chocolate in the last of the day’s shadows. 

Her skin mimicking the tone of the floor, like a chameleon.

Her youngest child, soon to be the oldest, asleep on the day bed in the corner.

Cigarette buds in the dish on an antique table.

A half empty bottle of red wine from the night before.

I imagine her short-cropped Afro. Deep dark brown and rich like her eyes.

Soft and curly hair; smelling of peppermint and sandalwood.

She would sit there, one leg on the windowsill the other dangling like a lazy feline.

Occasionally staring at the cracks in the old iron fire escape concealment that resembled an ancient mosaic in the last glimpse of the setting sun.

The twisted metal cascading down to the busy street below.

Bustling people, loud music, car horns and sirens played a cacophony that was the background music of this great metropolis.

I imagine her in a long dashiki dress, embroidered with silver trimming, like a Dhoti gown.

She wore brown wooden prayer beads around her neck. Braless and barefoot.

A “woman” in every sense of the word.

She rubbed her belly that late day on September 19^th.

She closed her eyes and rubbed her belly.

I can see her face.

Round soft jawline.

Almond eyes.

Her white ivory gap tooth smile peeking through full brown lips.

Her nose, which she got from her mother.

Her Southern attitude, and big city dreams.

She was anxious. 

Like I am now.

A bit scared

But ready.

Ready for one of life’s transitions.

She wondered about the future. As I do now.

One thing she knew was certain was that she loved how she felt giving life.

She loved to feel her children grow inside her.

And as much as she loved him

Oh, how she loved him.

She giggled at the thought that she just knew she could give him as many new lives as she could.

An ultimate form of her love for him. 

And she would. And she did.

She gave him two in the summer

Two in the winter

And one in the spring.

It was never enough for him.

But always everything she ever wanted.

All that she loved

Fought for

Worked herself to the bone for

 Cried for

Laughed for and sat anxiously waiting for each of their seasonal arrivals.

He’ll never know

He’ll never understand this love.

But I imagine somehow she knew that and loved him anyway.

Unconditionally.

Anxiously.

I imagine that night on September 19^th, 1973 that she foresaw all of this.

She’s like that sometimes.

She sees things.

Knows things.

Even things I think she knew she could have avoided

Pain she could have bypassed

Sorrows she did not have to experience

But she knew it was written and she played her part.

Played it brilliantly.

It is the spring of 2012.

I am anxious.

She is leaving now.

She has given life.

Now she awaits the transition of her own.

She’s anxious and I know she is scared.

I know she regrets nothing.

I know, somehow, she knows everything now.

Mom.

Go travel.

No more pain.

I am anxious.

As I imagine you were waiting for my life that late summer evening.

I now wait for you.

I was in that room with you on that cool September night in 1973.

As I am with you now.

Anxious.

A little scared.

But ready.

For mom,

There are no words.

You never liked using them to say things that people seem to cheaply throw so freely around.

You showed it in your actions. I knew it.

You never had to say it as I won't say it to you now.

I finally understand.

 When it's like this.

When its real.

There are

No

Words.

FOR YOU MOM