Ode to Mother Sistah
I’m not a mother
Though one day
I may be
I can give them all
The tools you gave
To nurture me
I’ve seen you fight many battles
Always spear in hand
Necessary showdowns for
Surviving this great land
In you I see color
So vivid it’s 3-D
It speaks so loudly to me
Enforcing creativity
You taught me freedom singing
And dance that is true
Necessary arts
To throw away my blues
I sum this up by saying
I’m forever gratefully yours
My mother/sistah friends
Giving, handing, mending
Our hearts, bodies, souls and minds
Never asking for repayment
And often last in line
You will never be forgotten
For upon this earth
Your mark remains
Blending freshly with the soil
And in Mother Earth’s tear stains
In Celebration of the Women Who Nurture Me! Thank You!
