MAMA©
I got me a son in another town,
Being raised by good people –
My people.
I know they good to him,
And ‘sides I ain’t got nothin’
But these two heavy hands.
He smelled so good after he was born.
Didn’t look nothin’ like me though,
With those sharp eyes.
I named him Solomon,
From the Bible ‘cause
He gonna grow to be wise –
Wise enough to see the girl in that
Old woman bent by the well.
Hope them folks tell him how
She birthed him and gave him over
Though she was hurt to crying,
So he’d never know the taste
Of the red earth,
Or trace his pain in the
Creases of calloused hands.
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God Bless You!
John Michael
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Be always safe,
Karen
very well penned Lisa...
John