Mama Poem by Melvina Germain

Death of delicious frying chicken breast
spiced aroma permeating the air we breathe.
Those days to sample and sparingly test,
a Mama chef pulls down her sleeves.

And now the calm supplants old pain
standing atop ancient marble stones.
Transition dances, may life regain
yes your legacy leaves no one alone.

Though earth tears shall moisten ones face,
Earth Angels reach out with bosoms and laps.
We scream out loud for God's embrace,
may our patience stand not in lack.

Hush be the crow who circles round,
a new babe is born while death performs.
The door to Heaven may your soul be bound
Mother dear, one day, you shall be reborn.


Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: July 27/2015