Addie Mae

by

Dr. Mark Winegar

Addie Mae
Was more than a maid.
She was a friend,
A guide,
A mother.

She'd make lunch
on Saturdays,
Tomato soup,
grilled cheese, and
Commander Cody.

Off to the market
We would go
Hand in hand
Ebony Madonna and
Little white boy.

Many nights
I stayed in her home,
A second story
Apartment
In the ghetto.

Everyone in town
Knew me,
I was
Addie's baby
Her little boy.

Sometimes I can see
The pain in her eyes
The day I got mad
And spoke the words
Of bigotry.

No punishment severe
Could've broken my heart more
Than witnessing
The pain I caused my
My sweet Addie Mae.

Addie Mae
Was always there
A teacher,
A mother,
A friend.

Angels come in many forms.
Male or female.
Young or old.
Black or white.
It doesn't matter.

She was mine.
I am hers.
I always will be hers.

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Why don't you look at Another warm day
by: Francis Duggan
from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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