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