Moma Poem by Frieda Lumpkins

You gave birth to eight of us
I am sure there were times, you needed to cuss
You kelp us busy, as much as you could
We could have done more, like good kids should

And if we messed up, we knew real fast
You made sure, this was going to last
Because out came the peach tree limb
And I am not talking about a stem

But when push came to shove
It was all done with love
Our butt may hurt and feelings to
We always knew, your love was true

We never had much
Like food and such
But that was ok
We have your love till this day

I don't remember you ever complain
I am amazed you did not go insane
You raised eight kids
And all of Jasper County knew you did

I watched you not eat
Just so your kids, could stay on their feet
Moma I saw this with my own eyes, I knew you were hungry
You were telling a lie

You did not lie to us, to be mean
You were just hoping, it would not be seen
But moma, I saw this and so did my sisters and brothers
The love you gave us, can not be replaced by another

I told you here awhile back
I wish I was little, so I could sit in your lap
You told me, I wish you could to
And it's love like this, that makes your love so true



Love you Moma and always will
You are the Star of Our family to this day still