Dorcas

They say even when you’re wrong you’re right
I pay attention to the things I write
A strong African woman no mind could forecast
Her name is Dorcas
Favor smiled at her, and virtue played her a tune
As she washed her pregnant body in the river of fortune
Love was her strength
Her womb was my tent
I cared less if it was better outside, I had no idea
This was my galleria
I had a neighbor which was good
He ate all the food
We danced and kicked around
And this would sometimes lend dorcas’ face a frown
But my Godfather taught me well
We are humans therefore we are good and bad as well
On that day she labored painfully and sent us into the hard weather
Father said “the world is yours; I know you’ll do better”
Though she was younger
She was elegant and graceful, my mother