Don’t tell my husband’s mom, but I bought her one of those
giant boxed hearts full of chocolates for Valentine’s Day. I really can’t think
of anyone who enjoys chocolates more than my mother-in-love. She can detect
chocolate in the house more accurately than a heat-seeking missile – after all,
she’s had some eighty-plus years to refine her detection technology. Between
her and my chocolate-loving husband, such treats don’t last long in our house, but
I think I’ve successfully hidden the chocolate heart out of the range of her
highly-refined cocoa-radar … so far.
Since the purchase, I’ve found myself reflecting on a poem
from Langston Hughes that my mother-in-love would remember, having lived in New
York during the Harlem Renaissance. It echoes
in my head every time I think about that chocolate heart, knowing that it contains
a diverse selection of candies that will be received by a woman who’s learned
to appreciate each one for what it may have to offer.
Here’s an excerpt from
that poem:
“Molasses taffy,Coffee and cream,Licorice, clove, cinnamonTo a honey brown dream.Ginger, wine-gold,Persimmon, blackberry –All through the spectrum,Harlem girls vary –So if you want to know beauty’sRainbow sweet thrill,Stroll down luscious,Delicious, fine Sugar Hill.”1
Hughes has spelled out something that could take a lifetime
for many of us of color to embrace – that everything about us can reflect
God’s deliberate artistry and handiwork, down to the DNA that determines the
way each of us is made.




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