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– – – and my mama cried

Bychrisdahi

Feb 6, 2021

my mama cried as she sings a song

of a mother sad and grieving

as she waits by the gate of the stead

for her son to come back home

her eyes are fixed

with unwavering stare

at the meeting point of the roads

Oh traveler, she sang

Oh traveler

Oh child of my tired womb

Oh son of my heart

When are you coming back to me?

I have cooked your meal, your favorite dish

And it is getting cold

I have washed your clothe for your outing

With your friends in the places the young men meet

I have put your room in order

And I have swept it clean

Knowing you will come home soon

The evening sun is setting fast

and  farmers are coming home

As they pass she hoped and prayed

Alas her son is not with them

The market place has closed for the day

And the sellers are off for home

The worried mum she counted all

But her son she did not see

The fisher men are returning from the river

With their baskets full of fish

As they pass the meeting points of the roads

The mother looked with hope

But her son is not there too

As the sun sets behind the hill tops so did her hope

Of ever seeing her son again

My mama cried and she sang

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