RUBY SUE

 

11-24-04 by Carl A. Patton Atlanta, GA

 

I remember Ruby

she held me

as a child.

 

She taught me

things that motherís

do share.

 

Gifted in memory.

The family oral

Historian, the storyteller.

 

She told stories

of life. Experiences

in Black, White and red.

 

I remember Ruby

talking of Alabama

and Mama Kitty.

 

Ruby Sue knew

of country times the

days of survival and strength

 

This was the time

They danced the

Trigger toe.

 

The blues was

king and so

was homebrew.

 

 

There were also

corn whiskey dreams,

and cutting knives.

 

 

I remember Ruby.

I could once

call her at night.

 

Now there are

only memories. I

write this night.

 

I remember Ruby

Sue, I love

you mother dear.

 

 


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