wishing I to remember me

I sing songs my great grandmother sang

so I can remember my grandmother

loving me as much as I loved mother

I sing to remember the song

how it goes and where it has been

whose lips have touched it

what ears grabbed it from a

velvet evening sky and used

it to learn to live as their father

lived before they were the sparkle

in the mother’s eye one fine spring

morning when the air was sweet

and love was riper than the golden

notes of this song in my mouth

remembering me coming up

the hill the top out of sight

just climbing cause there had

to be somewhere better maybe

it was just someplace else and

I have learned the songs from

yesterday still mean to me today

what they meant on warm

summer nights in another life

About Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

I create; therefore I am.
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1 Response to song

  1. beautiful and endearing!


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