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Dear Mama I |
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Fiction |
Dear Mama,
I feel a little lost...
Should I ask, how-are-you
When I know you worry so much
Should I pretend you are fine
When I know your heart withers,
Withers with thoughts
Of your long lost daughter
Who fears to say hallo
Because she cannot handle
The pain of hearing
The longing in your voice
Mama,
I greet you in the name of hope
I hope I shall see you soon
I hope my life brings you joy someday
I hope Daddy's memories of me
Keep him smiling
Does he smile much, Mama
Mama,
I'm sorry my pen runs dry
I'm sorry the words get lost in the page
I'm sorry my eyes get blurred
And I cannot see the paper
I'm sorry for all the excuses
For my silence
Mama,
Did you get a good harvest last season
Did the monkeys keep off the crop
Did you sit and laugh around the fireside
While you roasted maize into the night
Mama,
The war is raging
And I feel lost
Because they have pictures,,,
Mountains of naked men
Piled on top of each other
A man runs the world now
He says he saw a vision,
That God asked him to run the world
Maybe he's just another madman
Who wears a suit and sits in an oval office
Madness is everywhere, Mama
Mama,
It's summertime now
The days are longer than the nights
And the morning air feels just like home
It's a season for song, smiles, and cicadas
Be joyful, Mama, because I am
Tell Daddy to think of me with happiness
It's summertime, and it's just like home.
Your ever loving daughter,
Citizen of the world.
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Mkawasi Mcharo Hall |