All were born, but not in the same place
All had mothers, but not the same face
All were clothed, but not by the same brand
Probably got spanked, but not by the same hand

With toasted color skin, from the sweltering hot sun
Picking and pulling, until the day was done
Scrapes and chafes, and scratches on us all
From the biggest and strongest, to weakest and small

Leaving the field, back to the house at dusk
All around the table to eat, that was a must
You needed to be clean, from your head to your feet
Using the same wash tub, until your cleaning was complete

Years and years passed, like minutes of the day
But the memories are precious, like rides in wagons full of hay
A modern life we wanted, some technology you know
So off to the city, with our things here we go

Electronics in our home, and gadgets in every room
The new generation is born, with the digital age to consume
Our neighbors are closer, from the back yard we can speak
And now many schools, are walking distance up the street

Playing outside always, till three blinks of the light
Telling scary ghost stories, in the darkness of the night
Knowing we were in trouble, from the hands on the hips
Yet not a word came, from Grandma’s tiny wrinkle lips

Moving away to big cities, and countries all abroad
Whether by military or choice, circumstances or jobs
It is a must we reunite, each and every year
Its not about the place, how far or how near.

Each celebration is priceless, and the next generation is growing
From all the emails and pictures, I don’t think that its slowing
Because each generation, is tied to the past you see
No matter where we are...we are all still family!

Eric D. Clayton (06/16/2005)

Waller Richmond Family!