As long as I live
I will sing my mother’s song
With her old broom
That kept our yard forever clean
And her long hoe
That kept our stomach full
Her mortar and pestle
That grinds our morning porridge
That bucket of water on her head
How it kept our minds clean
Her everyday chorus
Never mind
I will paint the world with her smile.
Bala S.K. Saho (20th century) Gambia
Source: The new Gambian poets and their poetry, The Standard, Jan 26 2018
From: Songs of a Foraging Bird, 2000
I will sing my mother’s song
With her old broom
That kept our yard forever clean
And her long hoe
That kept our stomach full
Her mortar and pestle
That grinds our morning porridge
That bucket of water on her head
How it kept our minds clean
Her everyday chorus
Never mind
I will paint the world with her smile.
Bala S.K. Saho (20th century) Gambia
Source: The new Gambian poets and their poetry, The Standard, Jan 26 2018
From: Songs of a Foraging Bird, 2000
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