My grandma gathered numerous bales of cotton
Under the blazing sun, I have never forgotten
how hard she worked. Her fragile body withstood
the test of time. A bonnet protected her head, as a hood
to minimise sweat from drenching her back and streaming
into her eyes. She sang a sonnet instead of daydreaming
At lunch, she would be under the largest oak tree resting
eating crackers and potted meat. Keeping hydrated drinking
water from a fruit jar. She went home from the blazing
sun of those cotton fields to start cooking a large meal
By bedtime, she was tired, her feet were swollen, she could feel
her body aging. You would never hear her complain.
She walked house to house over miles of the county main
roads. She sold various candies to make ends meet
providing for her family. Sometimes, she gave us a treat
if she sold more than normal. She worked hard helping Grandpa,
her children and grandchildren. You taught us well, Grandma.