Sue Lobo has submitted a beautiful poem about MOTHER from the perspective of Africa’s mothers. Don’t forget to send in your poem. There is still time!
by Sue Lobo
(PHOTOGRAPH OF BABY ON MOTHER´S BACK-SHOWING ONLY BABY´S FEET- BY WONDERFUL PHOTOGRAPHER-Christian Baillet)
Your face etched upon old cave walls,
Your smile painted by a million suns,
Your laughter echoes through eon’s halls,
Your legacy to Africa´s daughters & sons.
Water pot carried upon your head,
Baby strapped tight to your warm back,
Feet plodding, cracked as drought & hard as lead,
Carrying all you own in old hessian sack.
You search, you carry, you sow, you reap,
You walk for miles seeking food & herbs,
You smile, but inside you eternally weep,
You tell your secrets only to beast & birds.
As the spider, you weave strong web of silk,
Uniting your continent in a colourful quilt,