She sat at night
Telling me of a place
Where mother and child
Sits to hear
The moon
As it shines
To smell the rain
As it touches the roof
To feel the pain
Of motherhood
She says a word
But i never know
The meaning
A day from home
Teaches me a memory
My mama!
My treasure
My path and love
Each whip at my back
In chains of neck
And feet
Makes tears roll down
Not of the pain
But for the forgotten
African child
Whose mum
Will weep at night.
