A Tribute To My Mother

A TRIBUTE TO MY MOTHER She picked cotton, and heaven knows If she hadn't, there would be no clothes For us to wear the coming fall When school would start, but that's not all She churned the cream to make the butter But never once did I hear her utter Words of discouragement for her plight But sometimes I know she cried at night She always took good care of us And watch each day 'til we got on the bus Then she'd begin her household chores Making beds and washing clothes She washed our clothes with soap from lye And hung them on the line to dry She fed the chickens and milked the cow Took care of the pigs and the mama sow At night after all of us were fed She'd read us the Bible before we went to bed The next day would be the same as before She worked real hard chore upon chore But today I know her chores are done She's in heaven worshiping God's Son Walking hand in hand with Pa I love her and I miss my Ma Curtis Moorman 13 May 2012