The Lady on the Road
There's a lady I know that stands on the road
Everyday I watch her struggle with her load
I watch her banter with the other women as she sets up
She laughs as she unwraps corn and drinks from the same cup
If I listen hard enough I hear her talk about her woes
She waves her hands and wiggles her toes
There's a useless man at home that's drunk
She talks about how their livelihood has sunk
Fanning her corn she talks about school fees
She shouts that they will soon lose their keys
The other women are shaking their heads
They lay out their biscuits, snacks, and breads
For they know that tomorrow it'll be one of them
All of them come together as one
I turn around and hug my siblings when they're done
As we stand and watch the lady on the road
our mother