She quietly walked in, I had seen her many times before. We had always chatted, but today she told me, she had come to see her son's writing.
I didn't get it.
I was ready to apologize and explain that I had to take down the Wall. We each have a maximum of 48 hours.
When she said: "I am Kareem Clarke's mommy."
I was in shock; it became real then. Drew a dimension on my thoughts, in my mind.
She told me thanks, showed me his "eyeball," a darling child, his niece.
His mom told me that Kareem LOVED reading.
I told her, that I could see, by his great writing.
He wrote so much.
"He encouraged all the children to read. Especially for PSE" she said.
I asked her if it was ok, to take her picture, in front of his articles. She agreed.
She told me thanks and they left.
We must keep Kareem's legacy alive: of reading, ambition and community.
It is our duty, I believe.
Later the poets came, Kyraan Gabourel and Dwayne Murillo. They read in the space.
Day three of the LAB 2 ended as I continued pinning countless articles on the wall.