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4 Generations: (left to right) Isreal (DD), Marie (my Mother), Jean (Ma')
Isaac (DS), Shayna (DD) and Me (Aurelia)
Isaac, Aurelia, Marie (my Mom) & Jean (Ma')
Aurelia & Ma
The song that I dedicate to Ma Is 'Better Days' by Diane Reeves. I sang
it to her and always sing it silently to myself when I am thinking of her.
Here are the lyrics to this beautiful song:
BETTER DAYS
Diane Reeves
Silver gray
hair neatly combed in place
There were four generations of love on her face
She was so wise, no surprise passed her
eyes
She's seen it all
I was a child, oh, abouot three or four
All day I'd ask questions
At night I'd ask
more
But whenever, she never, would ever turn me away
No, no oh woh
I'd say how can I be sure what is right or
wrong
And why does what I want always take so long
Please tell me where does God live
And why won't He talk to me
I'd
say Grandma what is love
Will I ever find out
Why are we so poor, what is life about
I wanna know the answers before
I fall off to sleep
Woh hoh woh hoh
She saw the smile as she tucked me in
Then she pulled up that old rockin'
chair once again
But tonight she was slightly, remarkably
Different somehow
Slowly she rocked lookin' half asleep
Grandma
yawned as she stretched
Then she started to speak
What she told me, would mold me, and hold me
Together inside
Yeah
yeah yeah yeah
She said all the things you ask
You will know someday
But you have got to live in a patient way
God
put us here by fate
And by fate that means better days
She said, child we are all moons in the dark of night
Ain't
no mornings gonna come 'til the time is right
Can't get no better days lest you make it through the night
You gotta
make it through the night, yes you do
You can't get to no, better days
Unless you make it through the night (baby)
Oh
hoh, you will see those better days
But you gotta be patient
Be patient, oh baby, be patient
Later that year
at the turn of spring
Heaven snet angels down and gave Grandma her wings
Now, she's flyin', and slidin', and glidin'
In
better days
And although I'm all grown up
I still get confused
I stumble through the dark
Getting bumped and
bruised
When night gets in my way
I could still hear my Grandma say
I can hear her say
I can hear her sayin'
You
can't get to no, better days
Unless you make it through the night (baby)
Oh hoh, you will see those better days
But
you gotta be patient
Child, do you hear me, yeah
Well, well, well, well
You can't get to no, no better days
Unless
you make it, you got to make it
You got to make it through the night
We Miss you Ma'!
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