I WON’T DROP THE THREAD ~BY KERRY OKEYO
When the night leans heavy
and your voice thins to a whisper,
I feel the world test its weight on us—
When the night leans heavy
and your voice thins to a whisper,
I feel the world test its weight on us—
Baba speaks “A-ME-RI-CA” in clumsy cadence
Mama prods pack up as plane lurches to land
When I fall into your eyes, the world grows gentle, slow,
Like a hush upon the ocean when the evening breezes blow;
You’re the moon – calm, perfect, admired by all,
Everywhere you go, eyes follow your call.
They start early and end late
Young but old before their fate
Life cycle of Indian has started from this soil,
She cradled our first breath in her gentle embrace,
I entered the convent, heart burning with fire,
Longing to serve, to lift and inspire.
I thought only green mountains could relax me,
Until I saw her facile face.