Mama’s soul swayed when she went away,
She swayed in the gentle winds up into heaven.
Like the smog of ghetto winter nights
Hovering in between sheets of natural clouds,
She reached for the skies.
Mama found peace and her
Memorable voice still appeases my soul.
Her smile is still the pearl in my eye.
In long nights of short rest
Mama’s voice keeps my thoughts company.
The murmur of the peaceful sound from her lips
Sings lullabies and rocks me to sleep.
Though my palms yearn to feel hers in them,
And my eyes miss her from their sight,
And my ears long for the symphony of her caring anger,
My heart beats each beat at peace
For Mama has claimed her place in the father’s kingdom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem