Humble beginnings have produced many magnificent persons. Well, there are limitations-I came from a very humble beginning.

For most of us, it's hard to believe that only a generation or two away, it was a hardscrabble life on dirt floors with electricity only a dream.

She'd be proud to read it.

Ron

A very touching tribute.

Michael D.

A very touching poem. I recall growing up in Brooklyn. We lived in the projects and were considered poor. I never felt poor because Mom and Dad always provided for their son. I was able to pass on this tradition to my children. Now that they have children I watch in amazement as they provide for our grandchildren over and above what they can really afford. That's sacrifice, faith and unconditional love because they will never be able to pay it back, only forward...

Very nice thinking back poem, Kathy. I remember my grandmothers place back in the country in Arkansas. They lived off the land. Grew cotton to make a little money to buy things tha land couldn't give them. They probably drove that old mule wagon two, three times a year to little town I grew up in.