Something more!
The mother to the mother of our mother.
The strength of our clan.
The sting of the wise thoughts.
She butters the old bread and makes it new.
The string to the past ,the old stories.

She is the neutral to our petty fights.
Her hair like the product of the wax coal.
whether she's down like the ashes.
She's seen above the eye like the lashes.

Something more is grandma.
The ghost to the old ,
bones to the present,
The wave of today.
The spare of mortality .
© Isaac Asalewon Aglum