children rocking in cradles,
rocking to the beat of the earth,
humming,
the rhythm of her heart and can be heard throughout the house,
echoing,
hands blood scripted with generations of generations of families,
the head of the house hold,
holding the almighty seat of a Kingdom,
the Golden Kingdom, of the Razaks,
who Provide for all that need providing,
and for those that do not,
rivers now pouring in wine,
with trees branching,
dates and milk in hand,
we will lay her to rest in the Mightiest way,
My Ama,.