Her mother was slave, her father the master She was beautiful and vain She loved life and enjoyed it all She lived till 100 years She gave me time and love and stories She told time by the way the sun hit the windowledge And she knew the Bible better than the theologians How proud and beautiful was she Her daughter was my grandmother Who was my "mother" because mom had to work She fed us the special fodds and irnoned my starched dresses She combed my hair and gave me extra nickels She scolded me and helped us to grow She raised siblings and children and grands and foster children She helped me with my children and she ironed with love and care She was a quiet woman Who gave love always She lived to 89 and left quietly How special and loved was she Her daughter, my mother, had a rough life She worked hard to provide a roof and food She was a fighter, young and old She worked hard and encouraged us to move forward She gave us the time she could And me us strong and able She still is part of our lives and shares much of it today She is a great great-grandmother but doesn't look the part She is called grandmommie and Gee Gee She loves being with them and playing too How young and vivacious is she who is loved
The women in my fmaily were and are strong Working hard and raising families They have left imprints on all of us; young and old They are queens because their ancestry said it was so I can be proud of my heritage Because they were and are Black Beauties Thanks Lucinda, Nana and Cinda for the strength and beauty Your are queens, one and all!
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