Song Of My Mother Poem by Otis B. Kruah

Dancing to the joy of my father
Drums, sassas, flute and other
Chanting chorus of sweet,
Palm wine verses luring him further,

To the music of my mother
Not angry outburst, but rather-
Lullaby shaking gently my tender feet,
'til sleep folds me in the arms of mother.

To mother's song all have to gather
Awakening even her offspring farther
Or nearer to the palava hut to meet,
And sing this beautiful song all together

To my mother's tone we all must dance
Singing it loudly when we have the chance

Otis B. Kruah (Otiskos)