Childhood memories
A single image remains
And survives all my misfortunes
The image of an African woman
Who was like a queen to me
A single word was able to escape
The black meanders of the past
Its vibrates still echo today
And reason just like Love
From these dreams bruised and broken
The single happiness that survived
Is the delightful memory
Of instants full of pleasure
Where I used to display on her black skin
A cream with the fragrances of hope
© Théo Bamara- 2000 – From : « MENTHAL », Poems in Blue
This entry was posted in Menthal - En and tagged african queen, childhood, memories, memory, mother, mother and child by Theo Bamara. Bookmark the permalink.
No Comments yet!