She Was Born To Sing

This poem is about my mother, who has past away. She was a great singer.

She was born to sing, a big voice coming from within a small child, who grew up at a time
when black and white were not walking hand and hand, she was a child of God, who knew that
everything would be alright. For! When she begun to hum a tune, you could see singing was
her thing when she needed God, to be close. All she had to do was sing. Mahelia Jackson
was her inspiration, I remember those days when she would play Mahelia’s songs over and
over, I knew then she was in her moment. So moma go rest in the arms of God. Your work
down here is done.