When Mama Dances

Anytime Mama Dance, she dance the beauty of a woman in her prime A journey of thousands in the air she waves Mama has always been proud of something The voice of a crying- big-headed African child As it is a call to natural duty and sacrifice. The high pitch from her old voice Spoils the beauty of a song to the public. But in the ears of we the little ones, A motivation of long cherished years ahead. She dances to the good tune of her children’s smile Even when all seems fades and pale. Mama’s dances bring us memories of laughter As it has always been, A similar move with an identical outcome. Mama has been my best dancer Even though she has had no award From the organizers of dancing competitions. Her smile alone gives a new rhythm to music Whiles her sweat, a tasty water that resurrects egos Mama will always dance in me Until her love takes me to eternity Keep dancing Mama.