Remembering All Of You
Forgotten the times of dissension and grief.
Masked by high quality payoffs and wealth beyond belief.
What of the poor and ancestors who worked the hardest?
Blisters on feet and no time for self indulgence.
Brief encounters with brutality and ignorance
Not alien encounters not even disguised
Fitted in tailored suits, fancy blue dresses,
and common folk like you and I.
The cost was your education and freedom to be a child
Sacrificing your daily bread so brothers and sisters could have.
That was your battle cry.
I honor your childhood whatever the path
My path is easier now, because of the hard times you had.
Maybe you never walked with kings
But you never lost your touch
Caring, loving, and still sacrificing and never minding much.
Your were a queen to me
You created my mother.
Oh, how blessed and proud that you were my grandmother.
To families everywhere ;your ancestors die.
Gloriously, they are victorious in the fight
creating precious memories, love and happiness in a world
of compromise and strife.
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