And this is a Romare Bearden poem, "Before Dawn".
It's a mosaic.
"Before dawn".
"The door opens, backlit on a round
purple rag rug mimosa mosaic.
Before Dawn opens the mosaic door backlit
onto round rug rag in spiral, the sign broom
propped near another mother watching
her daughter carry a bowl of green, round figs or sprouts?
Her grandmother beckons open palmed
over the patchwork tablecloth of orange ball
and blue green squares.
At the same moment, my mind flickers
to my mother taking care of my daughter, Miranda.
I am the woman shadowing the doorway watching them play.
Watching thy my mother."