Who is on the plum tree?
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
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,
Backbone of Africa, of blood, dust & milk,
You´re the earth on which Africa is built.
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