life continues

grief stricken
clouds moved in
voice of thunder’s roar
opening / the deluge came
parched earth absorbing every drop
tears from hidden places
of purity
flowers bloomed
in kindness to the skies above
filled with sunshine
to warm the earth
as lovers share / time and space
and life continues

 

 

 

My mother always wanted me to do well in school. She was ambitious for me, often referring to me as her little lawyer and had aspirations that I would become a lawyer. We all know that English is an important subject for any one going into law and that subject during my earliest years was not my best. In grade one, I really did not know my colours in English and I did not know the early childhood songs, rhymes and stories that the children from homes where English was the primary language had learned. Although I made up for the “lost time”, it did come at some expense.

My mother was quite different from the Anglo mothers. She was shorter in height and much heavier. I used to thing, as a youngster that she was fat, little did I know that she had been pregnant with my two younger sisters and even after their births, she did not lose too much of her weight. She was short, dark, heavy and spoke another language. Yes, she was different!