Mother’s Day Poetic Tribute

Georgia R. Wright

“From the youngest sibling’s perspective”

“I was very mischievous”

My family: Left front row: Mother (Georgia), Edward, Barbara, Mocha, and Shirley. Back row: Rufus James, and Roslyn

Life’s journey: Georgia Roslyn Wright, was born on March 12, 1919, in Adel, Georgia to her parents Andrew James Hall and Lou Annie Walker-Hall. She was the eighth child of ten born in the family.

My mother grew up surrounded by her brothers, Emanuel, James, Plato, Frank, Clement, and her sisters, Ella, Annie Bell, Louell, and Everene. As a child, she was loving, helpful, affectionate, and friendly.

My mother received her early education by attending the Cook County Training School. She graduated in 1936. In 1941, she met and married my father (Rufus Wright), who she met in Orlando, Florida. To this union were my sisters, Martha, Mary, Shirley, Roslyn, Rufus, Barbara, Mocha, and me. My father preceded her in death in 1964. He was forty-eight years old.

She was blessed with many grandchildren, Clinton, James, Frederick, Alton, Calvin, Angela, Deborah, Kimberly, Qiana, Demetra, Troy, Gregory, Kalif, along with great-grandchildren, and great-great-grandchildren.

My mother made tremendous sacrifices for the family and could have attained a graduate degree from a major college. She was the last to reward herself on personal items and bought for us. She often sewed from McCall’s Design’s making dresses for my sister’s. I truly enjoyed her homemade yeast rolls. My mother was good at making canned jellies, and frying the best-fried chicken. She was very talented in many respects and was excellent in Mathematics, and English Composition. She taught us the importance of having a relationship with God. I recall starting my early childhood, we usually had an early morning bible devotion before we went to school. I’m so grateful that God blessed me with her.

“My mother, sister’s, nephew and niece’s”

Mother’s Day Poetic Tribute

It’s another Mother’s Day, and we wish you were here

The years have swiftly passed, and we wish you were near

Mother, you left us when we didn’t want to let go

We truly miss those things you did, to help us grow

With every passing moment, we reminisce of you often

 It’s those things you use to say, that keeps us talking

God only takes the best to work in His vineyard

The solemn voice that whispered in your ear was God, you heard

He lovingly snuggled you in His arms; as he clinched you near his chest

He said, “Dear Child, your time has come, now you can take a rest.”

Edward L. Wright (c) 2019

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