by Linda Harris Freeman Reed Mcclellan Lee

Created on: October 28, 2009   Last Updated: October 30, 2009

growing up wasn't easy life was so sleazy eating out the garbage cans.Daddy walking around pretending he was a man.While mama had her babies out picking up alumina can.We walk for miles from Florida to the Georgia line.Our feet was hurting but we didn't mind,mama made it fun most of the time.Other times we just knew it was too much work for little kids to do.We never let our mama down,cause she was there all the time.Growing up it was pain but mom's love kept us sane. Just knowing she was there,showed us how much she cared.She could've been like our dad,easily walked away saying to himself we will be ok.Coming home only to eat not even wondering how we got the food to eat.Idaho could care less about the blister's on our feet.So cold at night begging for a blanket but he gave us a sheet growing up was hell in his prison sell..Sometime he touched us but we promise not to tell so scared what mama would do if she only knew.Mama was our strength she was all we ever had.If she was gone there was nothing but dad.Who would believe us ,nobody but mom dad was a king to the world even had the law in his pocket.So you tell me how could we have stopped it,growing up wasn't easy but it had to be done.Dedicated; to Geraldine Johnson Harris Fields,in loving memory 3-3-50 R.I .P 6-18-93

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