Aug. 21, 2013


by Darryl Gwaltney-Bey (author's profile)


Darryl M. Gwaltney-Bey


Fallen from the mountain of heaven
descending to the earth the youngest of
seven boys
My brothers was the Safety Net that
broke my fall.
Ronnie was my rope-- A life-line woven
together to protect and secure
me from a life time of falls.

Jeffrey, like a jillion gel filled
gauze pad that covered my scraps,
scratches and bruises when I could
not avoid falling.

Cuddy a combination of cord,
cushion and cradle, catching me;
comforting me; and carrying me;
constantly checking me caring
for me when I was condemned to fall.

Bernie, a barrier and a brace
between me and rock bottom; bouncing
me back to balance; and built a
blanket that bless and block my

Snezzy, snuggled us all
he was the eldest, the first born and
the first to go back to the mountain of
Heaven where I know he will be when
the rest of us Rise. Into. Perfection.
He will be there Safety Net for His Brothers.

--Darryl Gwaltney-Bey


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