Breath of a woman.. Emeghara Collins

  

Sometime ago the land
grew dry...

And hunger loom at every
corner...

Our hair once black turned grey
like evening sun...

And mama could not
sleep...

Each night she gazed at wild stars,
stubborn tears in corner of her eyes...

For she watched the night to set
on a journey...

In dew time she wake, in bird time
she left...

To seek for bread, in search
of food...

And her car grew wings
and fly...

Then with a mortar, the earth grain
the car on red earth...

Mama wailed as blood splash
like water...

The breath of a woman is in
her children o man...

Before twilight, she
left...

As the world sleep, she
left...

For she was afraid we'll die
at sunrise...

Heavily pregnant, mama lay
on the highway...

Blood on head, blood
on leg...

She was only searching for
what we'll eat...

Breath of a woman lives
in her children o man...

Mama recovered but mama
never the same again...

She lay on highway and birds
buzz away...

Then sun quickly set at
noon...

She saw us, like children of
war and she set on a journey...

Breath of a woman is in
her child o man...

She thought we'll die at sunrise,
then she hurried off her feet...

Story of a woman is of her
child o man...

Mama is a symbol of
African woman...

On this day I write you
a tribute...

Happy birthday...

@Emeghara Collins
April 26th 2020.