fried dumplin' an' run-dung,
coconut drops an' grater cake,
fresh ground coffee smell in the mornin'
when we wake.
loadin' up the donkey,
basket full on market day
with fresh snapper the fishermen bring back
from the bay.
clothes washin' in the river
scrubbin' dirt out on the stone
haulin' crayfish an' eel from the water
on her own.
stories in the moonlight
underneath the guangu tree
and a spider web of magic
all round we.
'Only de best fe de gran'children,
it don' matter what de price,
don't want no one pointin' finger.'
from Let Me Touch the Sky (Macmillan Children's Books, 2000), copyright © Valerie Bloom 2000, used by permission of the author