Remember Africa
the loop held in small hands
rolling towards me
it reached me like the rays of the sun
setting over the land.
Remember Africa
words spoken over the fire
flames lick the blackness
and we danced
sang a new song that day.
Remeber Africa
what you shared with me
on the sandy pathway
lifting up your eyes
to the hopes we created there.
Remember Africa
of dedications, things we kept behind
when tomorrow was as lost
so we hung on to today
like children on a mother's arm.
Remember Africa
what we found there
a pearl in a holy place
one buried there
that spoke of richness, recovery, new beginnings.
....because sometimes it is good to remember.
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