Being Clem

Being Clem — page 7
and stared hard at her puff y face She almost looked like the Momma before the soldiers knocked on our door weeks ago She reached out and pulled me onto her lap And even though I was too big to be sitting on anybody’s lap I let her hold me tight and I rubbed her back just like I saw my aunts do Later I found out it wasn’t just my daddy who was killed in that explosion in San Francisco Th ere were 320 other navy men too The Port Chicago Disaster they called it But didn’t nobody bother to count the four of us Clarisse Annette Momma and me here in Chicago Because that explosion that happened 2,341 miles away just about ripped us apart too Before my daddy left this earth I never thought much about him and aft er he left he was all I could think about Reverend Maynard held a service at Emmanuel Baptist Church for my daddy the first Sunday in August same day as communion Th ey had every one of my daddy’s pictures from our apartment up in front of the church on the pulpit where the casket would have been if we had one Reverend Maynard preaches so long on Sunday Momma has to poke me with her elbow to keep me awake but this Sunday I wondered if he finally ran out of things to say because it seemed like bravery and honor and country were the only words he knew We sat in the front row where the 6