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Grand Papa and His Old Worn -Kerchief
"Them there stories
Twas the decade of worries
In the lower half, of the mighty Mo’
My grand-PaPa and em’ picked cotton
It twas below the Mason-Dixon Line;
Grand-pa always had an old cotton kerchief
Handkerchief
PaPa wipe his brow
Gave a loud hee-wow
You see he’s a proud-ful old man
Early in the morn
PaPa worked also the farm
Fed them chickens and hogs
Open up the gate let the dogs out
It was hot that morn
PaPa wipe his brow
You see he sweated like rain
His back was out, with his bare hands he caught trout
With a string he fish for catfish
Part-time PaPa was a grave digger
Tween pickin cotton, hard labor
That was all that was left
Those dignify Caucasian people
And even the bad ones call us people of color
Low down dirty
Grand-pa always had an old cotton kerchief
Handkerchief
PaPa wipe his brow
Gave a loud hee-wow
You see he’s a proud-ful old man
Grand PaPa always had his kerchief
In his pocket or in his hands always
To Blow his nose
Or wipe away his sweet and tears
And to clean and dry his hands
To witness and or the greet his fam
Juz waving in the air with his hands
At the death of MaMa grand Grand PaPa
Had his handkerchief in his hands
Even at church attendance Grand-PaPa
Had his kerchief cleaned-washed and ironed
In the pocket of his linen suit
Man the man was sweet
Seven years later
They too buried him
In his right hand he clutched his tattered, old, worn kerchief
Grand PaPa spirit ya, he’s waving it on into glory!!
Hallelujahs"
1/3/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Copyright ©
James Edward Lee Sr.
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