Sunday, January 25, 2009

"The Black Mother"

The Black Mother written by Marcus Garvey.

Where can I find love that never changes
Smiles that are true and always just the same,
Caring not how the fierce tempest rages,
Willing ever to shield my honored name?

This I find at home, only with Mother,
Who cares for me with patient tenderness;
She from every human pain would rather

Save me, and drink the dregs of bitterness.

If on life's way I happen to flounder,
My true thoughts should be of Mother dear,
She is the rock that ne'er rifts asunder,
The cry of her child, be it far or near.

This is love wonderful beyond compare;
It is God's choicest gift to mortal man;
You, who know Mother, in this thought must share,

For, she, of all, is Angel of your Clan.

My Mother is black, loveliest of all;
Yes, she is as pure as the new made morn;
Her song of glee is a clear rhythmic call
To these arms of love to which I was born.

I shall never forget you, sweet Mother,
Where'er in life I may happen to roam;

Thou shalt always be the Fairy Charmer
To turn my dearest thoughts to things at home.

4 comments:

Beauty Is Diverse said...

Nice, great pictures too.

Hana Njau-Okolo said...

Lovely. Reminded me of Prince Nico Mbarga song, "Sweet Mother" written sometime, I believe in the 1950s. I wonder whether this poem was his inspiration?

Have you heard it?

Mama Shujaa.

Hana Njau-Okolo said...

Yes! I have read the Joys of Motherhood!

Peace

Mama S.

Maithri said...

Beautiful my sister,

With love, M


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