Showing posts with label Moms. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Moms. Show all posts

Saturday, March 27, 2010

If It Weren't for My Mom, I Wouldn't Be Born:-)

You guys already know that my mom is the original poetess!!

She inspired my love of the written word at a very young age and encouraged me to read and create throughout my childhood. She was the mother to me that she never had, because her mother passed away while she was still quite young, and has always been a big supporter of everything I do.

So, of course she responded to my call for poems with this great one below. It was written in honor of my grandmother. Although we never knew her, her memory lives on.

Thanks to Mama
BY Pauline Ann Baba

It wouldn’t have happened
If you were not up there floating around
Hovering over me
Making sure I am the best me
Holding out a hand to guide me
Always there to remind me
Who the ultimate guide is

He is my most high
The one that lifts me high
And makes sure when I sigh
It is that of relief
Knowing that the one I belief
Is always very near

You have missed so much
But I know you are up there
She sings just like you
He is calm, just like daddy
The rest are just a mixture

Friday, December 18, 2009

My Mother - The Poetess

Have you ever had one of those moments when you realize that your parents are actually people? Actually kind of cool? That they can like things that are interesting and know things that you don't, but would like to know?

I had one of these moments the other day when I was raving to my mother about this African author I met and how impressed I was that such great work was coming from people who looked like me. I was going on and on and ON...when she said, in an ultra cool voice, "We've been moving the world with our writing forever." She then proceeded to recite...from memory...David Diop's famous "Africa my Africa" poem. My jaw was on the floor. No lie. Who knew that my mom was such a poetess...that she could appreciate such beauty...that we were so similar in such an important way. It was as if Diop walked into that room that night, transcending time and space, just to unite my mother and me. It was beautiful to be able to share and learn.

Anyway...continuing with African Poets Week, Here's Diop's famous work below. There's also a mini-bio from Poets.org below.

Africa
BY David Diop

Africa my Africa
Africa of proud warriors in ancestral savannahs
Africa of whom my grandmother sings
On the banks of the distant river
I have never known you
But your blood flows in my veins
Your beautiful black blood that irrigates the fields
The blood of your sweat
The sweat of your work
The work of your slavery
The slavery of your children.

Africa, tell me Africa
Is this your back that is bent
This back that breaks under the weight of humiliation
This back trembling with red scars
And saying no to the whip under the midday sun.

But a grave voice answers me
Impetuous child that tree, young and strong
That tree over there
Splendidly alone amidst white and faded flowers
That is your Africa springing up anew
Springing up patiently, obstinately
Whose fruit bit by bit acquires
The bitter taste of liberty.


Mini Bio:-) (courtesy of Poets.org)
David Mandessi Diop was born in Bordeaux, France, on July 9, 1927, to a Cameroonean mother and a Sengalese father. Although he grew up in France and lived most of his life there, Diop spent significant time living and teaching in Africa, which helped reinforce his opposition to European society. Consequently, many of his poems discuss his empathy with Africa and the movement for independence from French Colonialists.

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Dandelions


Although I have never grown up in the ghetto, I know what its like to watch your parents get by on almost nothing and still have the power to see the beauty of it all. In this poem, Perre Shelton tells the story of his mother - a woman who taught him that even dandelions can be beautiful...if you look at them from just the right perspective. It's a lovely portrait of hope, even in the most dire cirumstances. Good stuff!



Dandelion
BY Perre Shelton