Best Black African Amermother Poems
Before morning would emerge
The infants stomach became large,
Usual infant's cry became scarce
Where is the mother
Or father?
Tell them to surface.
Mother cried as she saw her babies face,
"Thou unusual thing, where from?
Bring me the broom
Mother needs the broom
In Africa, brooms
Cures gloom And doom.
Mother flogs the infant
Yet she was not triumphant
Weeping became enormous
Like an elephant.
Mother cried a river,
While grand mother sat
In a corner,
Without the sign of anger,
worry, ponder or wonder.
But cherishing laughter.
She picked the broom to
It's position.
Where is the preacher?
Where is the preacher?
Mother seem to remember
Needed is his attention
Tell him to his God, mention.
Grand mother squeezed her face
For things were about to be in place.
The preacher was summoned,
Prayer was altered,
Some one confessed.....
The unusual grand mother
Sibling of Lucifer....
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such things really happen down here, we only watch and pray.
The love a mother has
Will hold your life together
Because it's from the heart
And there is nothing better
It will influence your life
The way all mothers love
You know it's given by God
Down from Heaven above
When you're feeling lonely
Down and all alone
The love a mother has
Will help to make you strong
One thing I surely know
It will always last
Cause God has really blessed
The love a mother has.