A beautiful poem that makes me think of my own mother, and what she means to me.
Praise Song For My Mother, by Grace Nichols.
water to me
deep and bold and fathoming
moon's eye to me
pull and grained and mantling
sunrise to me
rise and warm and streaming
the fishes red gill to me
the flame tree's spread to me
the crab's leg/the fried plantain smell
Go to your wide futures, you said