I know this isn't genealogically related but wanted to share one of my little favorite short poems I wrote.

Honey Hush by Vicky Daviss Mitchell

Sittin on the front porch, minding my own business

When a friend of mine came by

What cha doin she said sittin out here by your lonesome

You look like you bout to cry

Oh I am fine I told her

I was just thinking

how it will be when I am grown

Will I pick up cans on the side of the road

Will I have to clean other peoples homes

Will I be the one to cry all night

till my pillow gets soak’n wet

Worrying bout my children when things ain’t right

And the bills haven’t been paid yet

Will I regret being married to a man who changes like the wind

Stayin out all night reeking of wine, beer and gin

One who gets home in time for dinner

Then back out again

And then she said “Honey Hush”