<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=450263" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Praise Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">to my aunt blanche<br>who rolled from grass to driveway<br>into the street one sunday morning.<br>i was ten. i had never seen<br>a human woman hurl her basketball<br>of a body into the traffic of the world.<br>Praise to the drivers who stopped in time.<br>Praise to the faith with which she rose<br>after some moments then slowly walked<br>sighing back to her family.<br>Praise to the arms which understood<br>little or nothing of what it meant<br>but welcomed her in without judgment,<br>accepting it all like children might,<br>like God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lucille+Clifton">Lucille Clifton</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=450263" data-title="Praise Song de Lucille Clifton" data-description="to my aunt blanche who rolled from grass 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 th..."></div> </div> </div>

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