An African Child's Prayer
::An African child's prayer for his mom::
I'll sing for you
And I'll dance with you
See my joy when I write for you
And it's because of you
I remember those hands that held me
Those hands that washed and fed me
My desire in a dream
Your smiles as in a golden grin
Momi if not for you
If not for you...
I can't really say
Even if I recall those dry nights of May
When I was small
You found my lost ball
Oh precious mother
Precious momi precious mother
How I miss those back pats
And also the motherly slaps
Now what will I be
Wi'out your prayers?
You push me off when I'm wrong
You pull me back with the other arm
Hold me once again
Cos I'll fall wi'out you
You have washed my nakedness
And you have directed me off from
wickedness
My baby tears have fallen all over you
Clothes blankets even your food
Now I ask God for another favor
Please Dear Lord keep her for me
Now it's your unfailing love
That kept hope burning lightly in my heart
This memory I want most
To hold you the way you held me when I was
a
toddler.
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