The author wrings a sizeable amount of pity and sympathy from the plight of an appealing nine-year-old boy set adrift from love and warmth by the death of his mother. Coin Foreman, youngest son of a Negro family in the Bronx of the Twenties, possessed with a joyous devotion for his crippled mother, discovers anguish in love as he lives his little rag-a-tag life for her alone --watching for her limping figure, joining the church to pray for her, and finally losing her in death. A touching and vivid portrait of childhood grief, its tortured questions and terrible answers. Set against a background of real and full-blown characters,- family, church members, and a Utopian inter-racial city community. The race question is touched upon briefly --rather pompously -- but the author has a gift for a telling incident, and evocative reminiscence. Loose-jointed style but watch this one.