Beneath the sky, a tale unfolds, Of Milkman's quest and secrets told.
Through pages rich with history's song, He learns where heart and roots belong.
A flight of search, of love and pain, In shadows deep, through loss and gain.
Family ties both curse and gift, In Morrison's prose, our spirits lift.
With every word, a soulful dance, Of heritage and circumstance.
"Song of Solomon," a hymn so true, In its embrace, we're born a new.
Poem by me














