Country Colored Memories
A mother’s fears
may last for years
As her children grow
A mother will know
problems will mount
Too many to count
a broken arm, a scrape or bruise
A mother never gets to choose
she gives a hug and a kiss
silently she makes a wish
a mother does her best each day
she hopes and wishes, but mostly prays
My sister was a musical little girlWhen she was small, she would Shimmy up next to daddy’s legWhile his fiddle sound filled our world Sister inherited daddy’s genesShe played guitar the bestYou ever seen Sister couldn’t read a noteShe played...
I loved blackberry picking in the morning right before it got sunny Because it wasn’t only fun but yielded cobblers that we’re yummy A ripe blackberry is a deep black if it is plump and full It will pull free...
The little girl was displacedRegarded as trash, a scorned race The Indian Removal ActAn ugly governmental fact Their ancestral homelandThe government banned West of the Mississippi River, they wentTo the designated area now sent Exposure, disease, and starvation along the...