MY MAMA'S HANDS
MY MAMA'S HANDS WHAT A STORY THEY HAVE TO TELL!
THEY ARE JUST LIKE A BOOK, CRAMMED FULL WITH TALES.
EACH LINE OF WRINKLES, TELL A STORY NEW,
AND MANY THEY ARE, NOT JUST A FEW.
MOST INVOLVE TOIL, SWEAT AND TEARS
ALL WRITTEN ON HER HANDS, OVER THE YEARS
ALL THE COOKING AND CLEANING WAY INTO THE NIGHT.
AFTER A DAY IN THE FIELD, TIED TO AN OL' COTTON SACK.
WHEN THOSE SHARP COTTON BUDS WOULD PRICK MAMA'S HANDS.
WHEN THEY MADE EM' BLEED, MAMA WOULD RUB EM' IN THE SAND.
THEY DREW UP THE WATER AND THEN SPLIT THE WOOD.
THEN SHE DRAW THE CLOTHES WHENEVER SHE COULD.
SHE'D VISIT THE SICK, I DON'T KNOW HOW.
THEN FEED THE HUNGRY, AFTER SHE FED THE COW.
OH THE STORY OF MAMA'S HANDS COULD GO ON AND ON,
DEEDS THAT MAMA DID, WITH HER HANDS ALONE
BUT I THINK YOU KNOW MAMA'S HANDS STORY WELLCAUSE IT'S THE SAME STORY YOUR MAMA'S HANDS WOULD TELL
POEM BY: MARY THOMPSON
MY MAMA'S HANDS WHAT A STORY THEY HAVE TO TELL!
THEY ARE JUST LIKE A BOOK, CRAMMED FULL WITH TALES.
EACH LINE OF WRINKLES, TELL A STORY NEW,
AND MANY THEY ARE, NOT JUST A FEW.
MOST INVOLVE TOIL, SWEAT AND TEARS
ALL WRITTEN ON HER HANDS, OVER THE YEARS
ALL THE COOKING AND CLEANING WAY INTO THE NIGHT.
AFTER A DAY IN THE FIELD, TIED TO AN OL' COTTON SACK.
WHEN THOSE SHARP COTTON BUDS WOULD PRICK MAMA'S HANDS.
WHEN THEY MADE EM' BLEED, MAMA WOULD RUB EM' IN THE SAND.
THEY DREW UP THE WATER AND THEN SPLIT THE WOOD.
THEN SHE DRAW THE CLOTHES WHENEVER SHE COULD.
SHE'D VISIT THE SICK, I DON'T KNOW HOW.
THEN FEED THE HUNGRY, AFTER SHE FED THE COW.
OH THE STORY OF MAMA'S HANDS COULD GO ON AND ON,
DEEDS THAT MAMA DID, WITH HER HANDS ALONE
BUT I THINK YOU KNOW MAMA'S HANDS STORY WELLCAUSE IT'S THE SAME STORY YOUR MAMA'S HANDS WOULD TELL
POEM BY: MARY THOMPSON
TIME LOST (A Poem To A Father)
For the first 5 years of my life,
Can you tell me where you been.
And why weren't you here by side,
Especially since we're kin.
The time we could of spent together,
We can never get back again.
All the books we could've read,
And all the things we could've said.
All the good time we could've had,
Now all it does is make me sad.
What I've missed from you,
Might have given me a new start.
But instead the time that we've lost,
Will forever break my heart.
Poem by Mary Thompson
For the first 5 years of my life,
Can you tell me where you been.
And why weren't you here by side,
Especially since we're kin.
The time we could of spent together,
We can never get back again.
All the books we could've read,
And all the things we could've said.
All the good time we could've had,
Now all it does is make me sad.
What I've missed from you,
Might have given me a new start.
But instead the time that we've lost,
Will forever break my heart.
Poem by Mary Thompson
NEVER QUIT
When things don't go right, as you follow your dreams.
When the world has treated you, oh so very mean.
When the money is low, and the bills so high.
You can't bring a smile, when you want to cry.
When life tries to tell you, that you are not fir.
Take some quiet time, but NEVER QUIT!
Life only does to us, what it must do.
It includes everyone, not only you.
If you keep the faith, and don't yeild to doubt.
You'll find the strength, if you just stick it out.
At times you will surely, get knocked to the ground.
But just stay in the fight, you can turn it around.
Success is only failure, after the fact.
You can achieve it, by not looking back.
Though it may get harder, the closer you are.
Don't turn around now, you've come too far.
So whatever life is, this may be it.
Say to yourself, I'LL NEVER, NEVER QUIT!
When things don't go right, as you follow your dreams.
When the world has treated you, oh so very mean.
When the money is low, and the bills so high.
You can't bring a smile, when you want to cry.
When life tries to tell you, that you are not fir.
Take some quiet time, but NEVER QUIT!
Life only does to us, what it must do.
It includes everyone, not only you.
If you keep the faith, and don't yeild to doubt.
You'll find the strength, if you just stick it out.
At times you will surely, get knocked to the ground.
But just stay in the fight, you can turn it around.
Success is only failure, after the fact.
You can achieve it, by not looking back.
Though it may get harder, the closer you are.
Don't turn around now, you've come too far.
So whatever life is, this may be it.
Say to yourself, I'LL NEVER, NEVER QUIT!
WOMEN IN THE WAR ZONE
We cried for all the soldiers,
Shot down over the DMZ.
We wailed for all the innocent,
Who were sprayed with TNT.
But, Lord where are the tears,
For the victims who are left alone?
The women who fight to stay alive,
While living right there at home.
We accept that being a solider,
Often puts one at great risk.
But what about all the women,
Who with no choice, must face a fist?
Wake up ol' world it's plain to see.
It's a problem that we all face.
For all the women and children who suffer,
It's a disgrace to our human race.
So, "Home Sweet Home", doesn't mean a thing,
Cause it's written on a pat.
Take a look behind closed doors,
Will tell you where it's at.
Take time out to give a hand to all the women,
Who've survived in a war zone.
Yes, all the strong and mighty ones,
Who are doing combat living at home.
We cried for all the soldiers,
Shot down over the DMZ.
We wailed for all the innocent,
Who were sprayed with TNT.
But, Lord where are the tears,
For the victims who are left alone?
The women who fight to stay alive,
While living right there at home.
We accept that being a solider,
Often puts one at great risk.
But what about all the women,
Who with no choice, must face a fist?
Wake up ol' world it's plain to see.
It's a problem that we all face.
For all the women and children who suffer,
It's a disgrace to our human race.
So, "Home Sweet Home", doesn't mean a thing,
Cause it's written on a pat.
Take a look behind closed doors,
Will tell you where it's at.
Take time out to give a hand to all the women,
Who've survived in a war zone.
Yes, all the strong and mighty ones,
Who are doing combat living at home.
It's Up To You
If you want a better life,
And you are not satisfied.
Then don't just sit there wishing,
When you haven't really tried.
Though life is there for the taking,
But you must play your hand.
It's up to you whether you stand or fall,
It's up to you whether you walk or crawl.
There are some things that only you can do,
It's time to recognize, that it is all up to you.
Poem by Mary Thompson
And you are not satisfied.
Then don't just sit there wishing,
When you haven't really tried.
Though life is there for the taking,
But you must play your hand.
It's up to you whether you stand or fall,
It's up to you whether you walk or crawl.
There are some things that only you can do,
It's time to recognize, that it is all up to you.
Poem by Mary Thompson