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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