<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=564671" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My African Sister</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My sister is an African nun <br>that sits below grass houses <br>and rocks babies <br>until the sun goes down. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She pounds grain <br>into a fine powder and <br>shoos the flies away <br>from the faces of children. <br>She never puts her head <br>down to rest. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My sister wraps the babies <br>tight within the confines <br>of cobalt swathing, <br>and occasionally she spits <br>out the poisons she <br>inhales. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The children surround <br>her as she sings in her <br>native tongue, her tales <br>of life would scare us <br>three times or more </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The horrors of skulls <br>that are just beyond <br>her door, and the way <br>they made a rabbit <br>bleed would make you cry. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When my sister speaks <br>of death, she rocks the <br>babies slowly. She is <br>not frightened <br>when the sounds <br>of night are right <br>outside her door </div><div style="margin:10px 0">While some others sleep <br>she is working, cleaning, <br>taking the children down <br>to the river, giving <br>bread to hungry mouths. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My sister's hands <br>fold for a simple prayer, <br>African mantra of the night, <br>never stopping, only knowing <br>that her babies need her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Louise+Marie+DelSanto">Louise Marie DelSanto</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=564671" data-title="My African Sister de Louise Marie DelSanto" data-description="My sister is an African nun that sits below grass houses and rocks babies until the sun goes down. She pounds grain into a fine powder and shoos the flies away from the faces of children. She never puts her head down to rest. My sister..."></div> </div> </div>

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