For My Grandmother ~ (Suriname)
My sweet grandmother
God have her soul
Used to be a washwoman
To a rich family
And while she was neatly
Ironing, the old-fashion way
She always had one ear
On the radio news
The other catering to me
Making sure I understood
All the political trickery
In those colonial days
When nothing escaped her mind
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