Anita Wisniewska (Ruislip)
Poems by Anita Wisniewska : 19 / 55
Grannie, Woman of Africa
Sad words
Sad eyes
Sad, sad life
Why
Is there no anger
In your soft, smiling voice
Does your face glow
With a beauty as breathtaking
As that of the tree, vibrant with
That frothy purple
Magnificent blossom
Blooming alone
Among the dry, ungrateful
stones?
Anita Wisniewska
Submitted: Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Edited: Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Poems by Anita Wisniewska : 19 / 55
Poet's Notes about The Poem
from TV prog. NOTICE often those with no money can still look happy.
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Exquisite and compassionate portrait, Anita. The Zulu word for Grannie is Gogo. I don't know what it is in other languages indigenous to Africa.