the song of my mother's hand stirring sorghum pap
tastes like the morning sun; a song echoed
among the leaves of her cassava tree; a prayer, a murmur
climbing Rutare mountains
in the evening, this song will become the moonlight
fora long forgotten child whose tongue at last is
able to exclaim 'Mama!', suddenly melting away
a stone of accumulated grief
Epiphanie Mukasano (born 1961) Rwanda (now lives in South Africa)
Source: Kilimanjaro on my lap by Epiphanie Mukasano, Dakini, 2010
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