If respect were God
I would say respect Wadu
For in the wrinkled life she lives
So life is rain shrinking inside
Decaying salts and sweets
and good or bad broth
If grey hairs were a queen
I would say respect Wadu
For she would stand to rule again
For she is the root of many
So over head are her days
Counting them with fingers
lipping on and off
If all grandmothers were one
I would say respect wadu
For she is a grand of many
So yesterday she took them in her arms
To day is a friend of cold
lipping off and on
If respect were God
I would say respect Wadu
For she only awaits her sunset
So onset she comes with her huge head
Lonely she climbs the mountain
Only respect she needs now
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