This not so much a poem as it is a
tribute to my Grandmother. She was
the rock to which I clung. My
foundatiion on which I stood. She
was the most important person in my life.
R.I.P.
MamaJones I´m afraid I´ll not do right by you.
For who can describe a personality like your´s.
Work was all you ever knew, you married a farmer,
inherrited his mother and aunt. Dear old women.
Then came two older boys who had nothing,
and you took care of them and give them a home.
Then came along four children of your own.
You worked day and night taking care of your family.
You cooked for field hands every thing in your pantry.
Carried water back and forth to the fields so everyone could drink
There were three full meals everyday,
including fresh bisquets, with home churned butter.
Milk in a crock, bits of cream floating atop.
Then one day her mother came to stay.
The two older boys were men by now,
and they had left the nest and had gone their way.
My mom had married and had had three kids.
His mother and aunt were both in their grave.
Then here comes my mom and her three kids.
I never remember her ever complaining,
just washing, churning, cooking and cleaning.
I never will forget the first time she tried on pants,
the house dresses were gone as quick as a song.
Which takes me to the front room where she kept the piano
and the furniture was for guest to set upon.
But we´d gatther around that piano and sing gospel hymes,
that I can still hear if I close my eyes.
One day I got married, ran away took flight
a very bad desision on my part.
And before long I was back home and glad to be there
She bought me a old car to get me started.
On Friday nights it was a movie at a drive in,
just me and MamaJones, man were those times good.
Saturday was for shopping and having lunch out.
Sundays were for driving where ever our whelms took us.
It´s been 15 years now, I can hardly believe it.
I thought my heart would never heal.
As I think back over all of those years,
the wounds are still fresh, as are the tears.
MamaJones You are my hero in all the ways that matter.
And as I whispered to you when we last said goodbye,
come get me , and lead me by holding my hand.
cause I´m gonna do my best to get to the promise land.