The land,
seeds
water, sun
earth, birth
where we started from

a momma
we’d seen hints
of in mirrors
and the switch of hips
cadence

see how we cook this here stew?
see how our hair is a waterfall
of speaking shells and ebony stars?

all gifts from a momma
so strong she held on
across centuries and shores
cradled us in the fabric of her
and we hear her now

speaking her prayers in Wolof
calling us back.

Written for my blog by Ekere Tallie
This can be used with her permission
Her present to me!