"Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack
all dressed in black, black, black..."
their song rings out above the trees
and skips weightlessly across the clouds
as girls scuff their Mary Janes
to the jump rope's swirling beat
"...they jumped so high, high, high
they touched the sky, sky, sky..."
tired eyes watching from nearby porches
cast silent prayers heavenward,
that their hearts would always be this light
and their laughter last a lifetime