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Waiting For A Miracle
Keeba Kornered & Kaptured In Kaptivity
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| I’m Waiting For A Miracle I’m Waiting For A Miracle I have paid my dues Born to poor blacks I ate what we had I wore what was used. I made my way Through darker days. Dad left me; Me and the family. Where was all the money, Moonshine? Wasn't mine! I'm waiting for my miracle. I paid my dues, so! I was raised without a mother But with sisters and a brother. I know only the rough times Sometimes I’d want to give up and say, “Where is mine?” But I can’t waste away the day. Mother dies, leaving me alone At 16, I know no home. Sis, she did the best she could “Help me,” I’d say but only if she would Leave me with her kids and work Leave me with nothing but an ol’ shirt. I'm waiting for a miracle. I paid my dues, so. I have paid my dues Born to poor blacks I ate what we had I wore what was used. I’m married now Providing for family with a few sow. Times rough and tough. Never turning back, Never feeling hopeless Cause I have enough Just to survive for a family; Turned down, Never given a chance to be me. I want education, a job and pretty clothes. Instead, a diploma, unemployment, an ol’ dress for a robe. Beautiful, olive skin Fading fast from hard weather But I did win. I love them There's not much I wouldn't do. Later they would rely on me and God It doesn't matter what I went through. I'll make it! We made it as a family! I'm waiting for a miracle! Days will come Days will got I have paid my dues Born to poor blacks I ate what we had I wore what was used. I'll raise my children And be the best mother I can be. Taught respect, love, trust GOD, trust me. 41 years my mate would pass I thank God for making me last So long good days I am grateful and thankful; I thank God for the good times. I thank God for seeing me through the bad. I'll make it! I know I can Now I'm passing this point I know I can. I will! I'm waiting for a miracle The days are still here now they will go I’m at the fork in the road I don't know what to do Please God, help me, will you? They are here now Watching with a frown. Why? Is my heart pounding? Is it theirs? Am I... So easily... So easily read? I've done all I could Pressing onward. What are they waiting for? Me, I'm waiting for a miracle, GOD. She will miss me Her eyes closed tightly shut; Darkness Surrounding. She'll not really know She can see again until, Until her eyes are opened again. Eyes dripping with water She's mad! Not at me But about what may be ? How will she face the nights alone Who will call her late? Who will care what she ate, What she cooked? She talks to me not sharing all But admitting her failures when she falls. She’ll miss me! I love her; I love them all. But I must go and heed the call The miracle has come No suffering now No. They're grown and full. My job is done. With strife of life I know I’ve won! My miracle has already come. |
Author's Comments on "I’m
Waiting For A Miracle"
I try to read this without crying.
I can not. The pain is still fresh
in my heart. This is for my dear
mother. I wrote this fresh…
Fresh on the days she was
leaving and then left my
presence.
From the book of anthology,
“Keeba Kornered and
Kaptured in Captivity” © No.
32
© Keeba Smith
E.M. Smith closed her eyes on
Tuesday, 09/11/2001 and
passed away from this life on
Thursday, September 13, 2001
Waiting For A Miracle"
I try to read this without crying.
I can not. The pain is still fresh
in my heart. This is for my dear
mother. I wrote this fresh…
Fresh on the days she was
leaving and then left my
presence.
From the book of anthology,
“Keeba Kornered and
Kaptured in Captivity” © No.
32
© Keeba Smith
E.M. Smith closed her eyes on
Tuesday, 09/11/2001 and
passed away from this life on
Thursday, September 13, 2001
Author's Comments