Sunday, 10 March 2013

For mother's day.

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.

You were
water to me
deep and bold and fathoming

You were
moon's eye to me
pull and grained and mantling

You were
sunrise to me
rise and warm and streaming

You were
the fishes red gill to me
the flame tree's spread to me
the crab's leg/the fried plantain smell
                                      replenishing replenishing

Go to your wide futures, you said