Brown Boys
Brown Boys
The entire household discussed happenings of the night
around the breakfast table
and I was clueless
3 gunshots, really?
loud thunder, hmm.
we were robbed? wow!
Slept through every episode
Then came my brown boys
I still sleep through storms
Deep deep slumber
but sit straight up in my bed 3 rooms away
when I hear them cry during the night
and when I have them in my bed
with their beating hearts next to mine
and plenty of reassurance that no monsters
will get them tonight
all is right with the world
It is amazing to me that
1000 brown boys could cry out Mama
at the exact same time
and I would recognize the 2 cries
that belong to me
brown boys
brown eyes
the 2 halves of my heart
that live outside my body
brown boys
sent to my life to bring me
laughter
big hugs exactly when I need them
and unmeasurable joy
posted by African girl, American world @ 12:57 PM
12 comments
12 Comments:
Hello my fellow African Sista...
Greetings from a Liberian girl.
Its my first time by your spot and I really enjoyed this post.
Children are the same way you know... I can recognize my mothers voice as clear as day from anywhere. Even when shes not sounding like herself.
Same with my dad... If he calls my name, I know its none other then my daddy.
Again, awesome thought. Glad I found the writing blog :)
not bad...
I thought that I already left a comment here??? Well, great write up and testament of a mother's intution. Your boys are fortunate to have a mother who cares for them and loves them so. It's unfortunate that some children still long for that type of love and affection. Enjoy your weekend! Peace~
That's powerful- 1000 brown boys could cry out Mama at the exact same time and I would recognize the 2 cries that belong to me. Mothers just have that innate thing. We are so blessed with that...great post.
A sad tale, wow, I appreciate this one
Twins? I read that into your poem, especially the part about two halves of your own heart. Nice...
Beautiful. Reminds me of my brown boy, and two brown girls.
Merry Christmas to you....and your family...
Beautiful and passionate poem. Love it!
Where in Africa do you happen to be from? I'm from the land in Kilimanjaro.
That's a beautiful piece, Bravo..
I love this poem. so much.
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