Monday, September 15, 2025

 CONVERSATIONS

Conversations will endure

Conversations by women of women with women

Women who have endured through the ages

Women who have borne the pain

of seeing their men demeaned and brought down on their knees

 

Conversations that tell of the truth

That dull ache inside that wants to make it better

Women endure

Through all this, they smile

Have faith

Give thanks and praises

With open arms wipe away tears

comforting

 

Gathering around the kitchen

The conversations speak of good times

Of funny incidents

Of the joy of a newborn

Of marriage

Of death

Sweet aroma of cakes whiff out of the windows

While the rest of the family join in one by one

 

The young hang around listening to the conversations

Of the old

Of the wise 

Of the women

The stories remain ingrained in their minds

To be told to their children

That is how history

The stories and memories of families

Get handed down to always re-appear

Never to disappear

 

(c) Mariska Taylor-Darko  2021

Written for the Hawaii to West Africa Poetry Exchange- Sisters Across Oceans

 

 

The Untold

The untold stories 

Love that makes the heart flutter 

Reasoning- out of ones reach 

All the dreams which we see as truth kept us incomplete 

Love opens up the window of your soul 

Life becomes a mystery with clues coming from the heart

It's with love that we speak the truth 

We become complete when love is returned

 Therein lies the victory 

When lovers become entwined with each other 

When the touch sends sparks and shivers 

When lips quiver and eyes speak the truth

Then the untold stories become clear for all to see 

You cannot hide true love just like a lamp cannot be hidden under a basket 

 It must ooze out of pores 

Like the flickers of light that escape from that upturned basket. 

                                                 Love, you conquered and gave the world the victory sign

                                                 Love conquers all

(c) Mariska Taylor-Darko 2023

Pictures rights   Bernard@boda-design.com 

EFUA

IN MEMORY OF OUR BELOVED MOTHER EFUA KURANKYIWA TAYLOR

My Mother, 

Efua, 

Friday born,

Sitting in the park with children, grand-children, nephews, nieces laying around on the green grass. 

A picnic - the calling of her clan.

Mum, Famama, the grandchildren called her.

Famama walking with her third leg, 

Her single silver walking stick, 

Her body swaying to the music in the park. 

Sounds of her chopping and blending dried herbs and greens to be eaten or made into creams for both body and hair. 

The scents, her favourites, 

Lavender, Geranium, Tea Tree Oil, Patchouli 

Amber incense sticks sending whiffs of smoke when a breeze billowed through the house. 

Famama was bouncy, soft, full of laughter, cuddly 

An Actress, a fighter for Black physically challenged in London. 

A Tony Robbins Firewalker 

A motivator She always had open arms 

Like a mother hen, kept us safe. 

REST IN PEACE FAMAMA 1938-2018 

 

(c) Mariska Taylor-Darko 2020

Africa

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Silver from Ghana

Adinkra Symbol

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