THE STORY OF THE LAUNDRY BOY
our home is alive,
in the heart of a rainforest,
we can hear the song of the rain,
under our roofs of Palm leaves,
I am boy of lush rainforest.
A pastor came to our nest,
and asked my mom
to send me to his boarding school,
our home is alive more,
haven of ministry.
I kissed my mom’s hands,
for her blessings and teardrops,
I shall return to her,
bring more gold and seeds.
I learn and adapt to the new thinking ways,
but never forget my mom and our home,
I take all domestic works,
raise my hands to flow my laundry every day,
remembering to my mom’s wrinkled hands.
Every cloth is my prayers’ note,
of women’s hardship,
devoted life only to raise her children of her stunning hopes
©® Emmelia M