My child
Of many nations
Child of
Crossed bridges and walls
Cracked history of hate
To love
A swirl
Of
Henna and wine
Salt and pepper
My child
Of many tribes
Of mountains climbed
And oceans crossed.
Your tongue
Has tasted Palm oil
Yet knows a drizzle
Of olive oil
Over romaine
Africa calls you
Child
America claims
You too.
My child
Child of swirled skin
You belong here
You belong there.
Susan McMillan
For My beautiful children
Rhythm In Life 
Such a cutie! Sweet poem.
Thank you very much Miss Janet🙏. I am thankful for my cuties.😁
That was so beautiful! Your daughter is lovely.
Thanks dear.
What a beautiful tribute. ❤ xxx
Thank you very much 💞
You write beautifully 😌
Thank you very much🙏. I enjoy writing.
Do you have family still back in Uganda(?)(can’t remember your origin) My daughter’s father took her to Zimbabwe. While he doesn’t know where his slave ancestors came from, he did want her to see a little bit of Africa.
Yes I do have family back in Uganda. I am number 2 of 8 children. That’s amazing that your daughter got to see a little bit of Africa.💝
speaks to me about my great-grandchildren – they too are children of many nations
That’s wonderful.
Outstanding talent… cute kid❤️
💝💝. Thank you very much dearest Shivangi. It’s very kind of you.🙏
You are specia dear😀❤️
💝
Such a beautiful tribute.
Thank you very much dear ❤
What an adorable girl she is, beautifully penned
Thank you very much Piyali. I am thankful to be her mama.
You have every reason to be 🙂 God bless you both
🙏💝
Nice poem sis. I can hear your heart
Thank you very much my dearest sista. 🙏💝