Mother always smelt like soap The fresh earthy kind Thick and black as night Shining as the cover on her warm fat flesh Her skin soft and soothing Like cold rain on a Friday night Nurtured many a children Africa floating strength in her frail veins
Jan12
A strong woman with frail veins is a recognition of mothers. Well done
Thank you so much
“Her skin soft and soothing
Like cold rain on a Friday night
Nurtured many a children”
Like Africa’s soil, nurturing many children.
“Africa floating strength in her frail veins”
No matter how far from her.
Beautiful.
Thank you so much….i really like how you break it down. Thanks so much
Really, really like this special poem.
Thank you so much Alex, very nice of you to say
A very lovely piece!
With that your emotional touch, as always.
You just know how to create an atmosphere that engulfs the heart with lovely sensations.
I love this!
Thank you so much my friend…very very kind of you to say
beautifull poem.
Thank you so much, i am glad you like it
Wonderful!!
Thanks so much Ms. Len
Beautiful image of a mother.
Thank you
Lovely indeed Boomie, love it.
Much love,
mei
Thanks so much my friend. Much love
Very very beatuiful boomie ~ and your last line gave me chills… says so much! xxoo Love to you dear friend ~ Robyn
Thank you so much Robyn, very nice of you to say. Sending warm hugs and love
Simply….Lovely!
Thanks so much twinnie
. You are simply the best
Lovely…
Thanks my friend.:)
lovely.
Thank you sir
Boomie–that last line is exquisite.
Thanks so much Susan
Men! i love this PIECE. thanks
Very nice of you to say sir
YOU WELCOME
This is good Boomie.
Thanks so much sis
wow! this is so beautifully written
Thanks so much
especially today, this is meaningful, boomie… beebee
Thanks so much Beebee
Fantastic.
Thanks so much ,Kylie
Beautiful, Boomie. The writing and your soul. I wanna hug your mom now
But still contemplating if it’s your mom, or Africa as the mother. I should be better at this
(just woke though)
I wrote it mainly with my mom in mind…and then Africa second….and glad you contemplated my friend. Thanks always Scott
Thanks so much Scott, she sure liked hugs
Just so beautiful.
Thank you so much Lily
There is something special about smell, and memory. How it etches itself in us. Beautiful ode to your Mum.
I agree Alarna. Thanks so much
Loved this poem, very much. Having read some other poems of the same caliber in our African Literature course, I felt like going back to the old classes where we read a lot of them. Amazing.
Thank you so much Manu. A wonderful comment you made here
. I am most humbled
The memory of the scent of your mother is the line I identify with. I remember Anise Anise when I think of my mother’s scent. Beautiful touching words.
Beautiful!!! Thank you so much, such blessings that we have the smells anus such however little to remember them by
Mother was quite a person to you, I can tell!
Scott
She sure was…funny, strict, silly, and just beautiful inside and out…and she loved to take care of babies…so i find i miss her even more now that i have my own kids and she is not here
.
Thank you
Simply beautiful.
Thank you so much
Thank you so much