Sittin' rockin' her chair
Harvesting her sorrows,
Of her past plantation.
Tellin’ her grandchildren
"Those were the days of prayer
workin’ til exhaustion,
and discouraging tomorrows."
"No takin' time for self."
She performed her duty,
No questions, just firmly
Responding only by "Yes Sir."
"With the fiery sun blazin' me,
My aging body ached."
But no one really cares
To hear her only say.
Lending an ear, the grandchildren
Listen impatiently,
Easily distracted,
By rustling autumn leaves.
Little does she realize that
Her grandchildren don't care
To hear stories of her
Historical past life.
"I chantin' you my life,
an' hopin' and prayin'
That you all remember,
The fight I fought for you long ago."
