believe

so, we're in the kitchen,

my baby and I.

We have just begun listening to a new CD-

an african band with lots of steel and rhythm.

I am walking toward her thinking about how much

she doesn't look like me

with her click clack braids

and her mocha summer skin

and she says-

"mama.... mama- I have actually heard this song before. "

and before I can tell her she is wrong- this is the first time either of us has heard it-

she says-

"my birthmother used to sing it."

And after I catch my breath I think-

Wow.

I am doing everything right.

to be continued...