A Divine Message from the Ancestors - a poem

This picture I came upon by accident. I can thank my brother, the mastermind behind the stacks of slides painstakingly scanned into digital form, for the time capsule of memories. My father took this picture. I remember him hanging out of the second-floor hallway window of our white bungalow-style home in the city of Quincy. I must have been seven or almost eight. It was the summer before our big move to the “country.” At least that was how my Nana described it. We lived two