“This is the woman
With whom life flourished
She was that woman
Without whom life perished”
She was a mother of four
Her slogan was love
It was scribbled on her door
And a symbol on her room floor
She swaddled us past the river in flooding
And always put us into laughing
She gave us enough we never went famine
She gave us a better living
Her demise was regrettable
Her transition was inconsolable
Her words are unforgettable
And her love was unquenchable.
(Dedicated to my mum, Victoria Asantewaa, who died on May 1996)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice tribute to beloved mother! I feel how you miss her!