Her story
Begins with us
More than a tale
Of two cities
But whole civilizations
Drinking from
Her bountiful fountain
Daily nurturing us
As infants
Inspiring us
To move mountains
Your mother believed
Even when your
Imagination
Could not even fathom
Her love is not random
But a constant light
In a dark space
Her story forwards
Our history
So study her wisely
She is tremendously inventive
Because she was born
To create
The building blocks
Of our past
The epitome of
Femininity and class
A lady a teacher
A visionary a mother
To always replenish
Eternal well of love
Quenching our cares
By Deon Souldier Ballard
