For My Grandmother ~ (Suriname)

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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