Granny is

Granny is

fried dumplin’ an’ run-dung,

coconut drops an’ grater cake,

fresh ground coffee smell in the mornin’

when we wake.

Granny is

loadin’ up the donkey,

basket full on market day

with fresh snapper the fisherman bring back

from the bay.

Granny is

clothes washin’ in the river

scrubbin’ dirt out on the stone

haulin’ crayfish an’ eel from the water

on her own.

Granny is

stories in the moonlight

underneath the guangu tree

and a spider web of magic

all round we.

Granny say,

‘Only de best fe de gran’children,

it don’ matter what de price,

don’t want no one pointin’ finger.’

Granny nice.