she showed me the scars
they are drag marks
skin cuts
bullet dents
she showed me all these
with a smile and misty eyes
she told me the blackouts were blessings
memory of her husband taken but not beaten or killed
she told me their six children are blessings
she is wearing the victor’s crown
she is the aunty in her community
children grew up in her street are sweethearts
women with all colours are her sisters
she is the glue bonding broken families together
breathing in new life with her gratefulness
she did not tell people she is a saint
she breaths, lives and acts holy
she is a saint
we put our arms side by side
sesame and banana
we hugged and cried in joy
God made our paths cross
to share worship, praise and
thanksgiving
Flicker of Thoughts 