Friday, 11 April 2014


Sitting in the kitchen with my sistas
We're in the heart of the home
The place we feel we belong
But not for the reasons you think
Looking at Shawny in front of the sink
We see our mommy
It makes us happy
As we gather in the kitchen where she once stood
All together in our old hood
This place is where we became women
Where we all started families
Where her spirit rests peacefully
As she watches her babies
Who have become women, wives and mothers
This makes her happy
And so I cry happy tears
As I see our babies go up and down the stairs
Of the place we call home
A place we all belong.

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