Ninety three years she was here on earth, She planted her gardens, cherished the dirt. From the country she came, to the city so wide, All who met her knew she was not dignified. Mama said she couldn’t read or write, But her mind was sharp til the end. Her dreams for others were many, Like the stars that dot the night. She spoke her piece mostly when she should, But then choose to stay quiet as we knew she could. So concerned with others, That’s all I heard her talk about. Always proud of her son and daughters, She loved and prayed for them no doubt. I’m glad I had the chance to know her, Hopefully the pleasure wasn’t all mine, She’s walking Heaven’s streets of gold, And with Jesus, true peace she’ll find.