A Conversation With My Mother
Don’t Quit A Conversation With My Mother by: aurora l. threats I’ve worked hard all my life But, I didn’t quit Logs for a fire I would split To survive you must have grit I chopped cotton, picked cotton Weighed and emptied cotton too Some sacks were even bigger than me But, I didn’t quit I know it sounds funny Oh, I prayed hunny I prayed until God got tired of me And, gave me this house you see I had to ‘tend to the hogs, the chickens And, everything ‘round me But, I didn’t quit Talkin’ to the Father is key In the rain and bitter cold I walked more than ten miles To school with books and a smile I wanted to learn chil’ I was only four years old When I started workin’ for the Master Others - - I tried to help Now I’m ninety-two - blessed With courage and grace Stay, stay in the race Keep tryin’ and tryin’...