Re-Telling African Women Stories
A mother wiping a stray hair
from a child’s forehead.
The soft intimacy of a rainy
day in bed, reading a book.
A quiet suburban street on an
ordinary, late dusk, Sunday
afternoon.
A colony of ants carrying
a breadcrumb.
How you st st stutter when you
say you love me the first time.
Forgiveness, and letting the
hurt go.
I am in the process of graduating my Master’s in Creative Writing at the University of Cape Town. I have also been a practicing attorney for many years, but am now working as a freelance editor. My poetry influences include Anne Sexton, Sylvia Plath, and Gabeba Baderoon.
I have been meaning to post about something like this on my site and you have given me an idea. Thanks.