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.
Copyright © Lambert Adwini-Poku | Year Posted 2015
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