Ackee & saltfish, fried dumplings and some chocolate tea,
That’s how Sunday morning started out for the family
Weekdays we were too busy to sit together and eat,
But we look forward to our Sunday morning treat
Mama, Papa, Wayne, myself and Sharie
We didn’t have a table so we sat under the coconut tree
Another Sunday came but Wayne was not at home
The night before he went to a street dance in Frome.
I was so upset that Wayne missed our Sunday morning tradition,
That I tried to convince Mama to give us his portion.
Sharie and I argued over who should get his chocolate
As he was late, he didn’t deserve to get it
After breakfast we heard the news that Wayne wasn’t coming back
Because while at the street dance, Wayne was fatally shot.
My whole world fell upside down, life wouldn’t be the same,
Wayne was gone and all I was left with was the pain
I never looked forward to Sunday morning anymore,
It wasn’t the same since Wayne left home
I remembered that day how I cried myself sick
That day was the last day I had chocolate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem