Blessed, my daughter suckles my granddaughter,
Maya Ama Konamah, in the bluest chair.
Jungle plants on the terrace dance.
Skittish stallions across a far expanse.
Black sky of wind and lightning flash.
Rush to shut the sliding window sash.
Thunder blasts, slant rain, harms
None, envelops all, a mother loving
Suckling the city in her vast refreshing arms.