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Monday, March 21, 2011

Momma didn’t cry

Momma didn’t cry

i remember momma
momma was a strong woman
and Daddy was the Apple of Her Eye
and so was i
Momma was always smiling
Momma didn’t cry

i remember when Daddy lost his job
something about cutbacks
Daddy took to drinking
and hanging out
cussing and fussing
about every little thing
momma didn’t cry

Daddy finally left
Momma kept his picture by the bed
i wished he was dead
Momma kissed him goodbye
every night
Momma didn’t cry

Then came that call
my wish came true
Daddy was killed in a bar Room Brawl
i Balled and i Brawled
and i called Daddy’s name
every night
damn that Bar Room Fight
Momma didn’t cry

Times were hard
we struggled to get along
before long we had to leave our home
we went to Daddy’s Momma’s house
there were so many rules
and the schools were different
as was the people
yes times were hard
Momma didn’t cry

Momma was working two jobs
both had something to do with her on her knees
i prayed hard every night
and i said God Please
bring my Daddy
and my Momma back home to me
i don’t think God paid attention to my pleas
from my knees
Momma prayed to
Momma didn’t cry

and then one day
Momma came home early
i asked her what was wrong
Momma began to sing
you know that song
“we shall overcome”
i didn’t want to hear it
i was still mad as hell
no damn song could quell my anger
Momma smiled
Momma didn’t cry

Grammy was always complaining
about something or other
it seemed that she blamed Momma
for Daddy’s dying
i always had an anger for Grammy
that left me crying
and Grammy knew the truth
she was just denying it
why i ask
Momma would just hold me
in her bosom and rock
Momma didn’t cry

and one day i say a piece of paper
next to Daddy’s picture
by the head
of Momma’s bed
and it was a letter from Momma
to Daddy
it said
see you soon honey
i understand
and i forgive you
i have never cried for you
because i knew
that the day would come
and we would be together again
and in my heart i was happy for that
and now that i have my ticket home
i still will not cry
unless it is for the joy
my only worry is for our girl
but she is 16 now
and i know somehow
she will understand
that life is what it is
and all the times i never cried
was because inside
i was dying of this disease
and my prayers to God
was Please
do not let our little girl see me cry
i prayed that she would be strong
so i taught her that song
“we shall overcome”

and that’s how i remember my Momma

Momma didn’t cry . . .

© 21 March 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.


Dorothy L said...

This is so beautiful. I could feel every word. Well penned indeed~

The Gardener said...

i thank you so much Dorothy . . . i am honored
Blessings be with you