Tell Them

Tell them this story must continue to be told.

It will never grow old. Row by Row

You heard it before. Born in a small

Town, my parents took care of me.

 

 

No matter how many brothers or

Sisters where there we collectively

Had chores. We was sent to school

Did our homework and more chores

To do, my parents raised us all to

Do just that.

 

 

I moved on got married. Started

My on family they call on me for

Everything it was a blessing to have

Them all, I gave them chores. Sent

Them to school just like my parents

Did for me, too. It was work for me.

 

 

Tell them am blessed even more. I have

Children, grandchildren, great grandchildren

And great-great grandchildren that they

Bring home to me. Give the chores,

So they will have hope. Hope for all

My branches and leaves.

 

 

Tell them this story must continue to

Be told because it the moment when

Life begin, it’s a work that progress

Throughout the year and even during

The highs and the lows you are still

Able to reach your goals, arguments

Happen to make you wiser. Yet an

Unforgivable times makes you smile

Or laugh out loud. (LOL)

 

 

First step and last steps are what you

Teach a child. It’s the hurricanes, it’s

The Storms, it’s the last of your rainy

Day funds.

 

 

It’s Love when it is stated.

And I love you all when it’s gone.

Tell them this story must go on and on