To salute the blind mother,
So blind to her very own genetic make up,
She sees beyond the family face and build,
Her motherhood is honed and her vision sharpened,
She sees so deeply, so profoundly she is blind,
She has seen enough in the world to be blind,
Blind to the tribal origins of a child,
To the circumstances of their birth,
To the color of their eyes,
To the color of their skin,
To the name of their country,
Her blindness helps her see one thing above all things,
Humanity,
She only sees a child,
And every child supremely summons the mother in her,
This is to that mother,
While the world looks silently, blindly, cold with unconcern,
No drums beat at the sound of your name,
But you make the world a better place,
Rocking with motherly love the cradle that nurses the future,
Future of mankind.
Brussels © December 2014 afesehngwaHilary
