AfriGeneas Writers Forum
A Poem for Emma Jeter
I took a writing course, in 1999, and submitted this poem.
Bradford Reporter; Towanda, PA; March 17, 1881
-Mrs. John (Emma)Jeter, a colored woman aged 81 years, died in this borough last week and was buried from the colored church, the service being conducted by Rev. Mr. Smith.
She was a slave at Charleston, SC, from infancy until the emancipation proclamation, and was mother of thirteen children, ten of whom were sold from her.
She thus experienced the horrors of slavery in its most heart-crushing phases.
Her son James Jeter, came to this place soon after the close of the war and by industry earned and saved enough to bring his parents here two or three years later.
Family, please critique this poem:
I Choose To Stay
From the kitchen I can see the Willows
From the stable I can see the pastures
From the veranda I can see the creek
From the slave quarters I can see my children