She Looked At Me
she looked at me
a pot on the head
a baby on the back
another in the womb
in front, a toddler
on shoulder, firewood
“Good morning Madam”,
I greeted, but no answer
Mistaken, poor me!
A sculpture she was
an African woman!
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