mother

I was born on her shoulders

The day she crossed pacific       

Ocean with me a place called ‘the broken

Stream of memories’ a woman who was there

The day I got my first tooth the day when

Gold spills on started showing on me.

When she weeps it means she had seen it all

While her legacy is shared to us

Her heart is bigger than the world her hands and

Shoulders carry the world into a new dawn

The woe strong as a lion

She is the planner of life a

Rose with the frequent of nature

A teacher who passed the knowledge

 Into a certain gene of generation I look like

My mother when I look into her eyes I can

See all rivers and seas flowing so gently

But when I unravel her heart I can see

All her fears and spirit painted in a distinct

Image, her hair is weed that grows in Africa.

Her heart is pure white like a cloud.

Her strength is the strain

That connects one train

She made us all from one womb