One day
I came home
pa he in the parlor
watching The Jeffersons
he said go in the kitchen
got something for you
I walked in the kitchen
smelt' ham-hocks, and cabbage
cooking, pa he cooks sometimes
when he know I work hard
On the table, two packages lay quietly
they were calling my name, open me
wrapped in yesterdays news, top articles
Carefully, I removed the clothes-line rope
used as a ribbon, and bow...
The big box, it had a fancy dress, and shoes
a pretty hat, and stockings, a purse to boot
I didnt understand... didn't I make a good
daughter, clean, and cook for my pa, Why is
he sending me away... Wasn't I good...
I ran into the parlor, said pa... why...
he told me open the small package, then ask why
I tore into that small box, and found a Greyhound
ticket, one way, to my dreams...
Why pa......
am I not a good daughter...
I take care of you good...
Why you want to send me away....
You my babygirl...
but, the Lord he calling me child
Can't keep the Lord waiting...
But pa...
I don't want to go...
Not ready for you to leave...
I love you pa...
Babygirl...
he calling me, its my time, I gotta go
your dreams, they calling you...
its time for us both... to go-
I don't like this pa...
Babygirl.... its not for you to understand
for the reasons are not clear...
one day...
when you have babies
you will do the same thing...
For now...
chase your dreams
encase your soul with love
finish what I began
make me proud...
My pa... he know best~
(c)
