Pea Picking
Grandma would arrive at pea picking time every yearTo give my mama a hand with the canning she made clear She gave all of us a job to do...
Grandma would arrive at pea picking time every yearTo give my mama a hand with the canning she made clear She gave all of us a job to do...
She was just a kitten all aloneThe mama cat had died and was now gone She needed loving hands that would nourishLove her, hold her so she would flourish...