This Is My Mother
We call her kamanyanga (the young one)
She has a young one in there
Times don't shake her
Her soul is a candlelight that never sleeps
Her's is a badge that never fades
Her dance is one that outshines her grandkids
Her poise is an African iron that always holds
She's first to volunteer for the community
She's first to sing with the community
Arthritis, doesn't stop her from waking up early and doing farm work
Even on those cold July months
She's same way I remember, ever since I can recall
Technology is her comedy
For this village woman, nothing is her worry
Copyright © Njeri Hunjeri | Year Posted 2015
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