“Memories”
(A Tribute to Waverly)
I know you are out there you keepers of the streets
So do not cast me aside for I have nurtured many.
Do not throw up your hands and look away from me.
I am the result of past and recent indifferences
And unless you face that fact and take control
I will pass away slowly and painfully
Streets that echoed laughter and the footsteps of children
Who went to bed when the gas lamps were turned off
Where generations have chatted on porches and steps
And swept clean their pavements and streets
Who cared for one another in good times and bad
And in summer when screen doors opened and warmly
Exuded the smells of all our cultures to waft out to all
Italian sauces, Polish Sausage, Cabbage & Potatoes, Callards & pigs feet
Where iced tea clinked in glasses enticing to “come sit awhile”
We sent men to wars and welcomed those who made it home
And cordoned off streets for spur of the moment block parties
That knew no violence or ill will, it just didn’t happen
Waverly, we who remember your rich legacy miss you
And we will not relinquish you without a fight.
You will not pass quietly, We are your children
And you have given us much over the years
M. Diane Wilson
