She was a white skinned black beauty,
The daughter of an Indian
Her Grandparents raised her in northern Illinois.
I call her mother.
He was the son of a hellfire holiness
They say nobody was wilder,
But maybe his brother.
I call him father
She was young, calling love.
He was young, stealing love.
We all got together for the first time last September.
I said "Somebody take a photograph
I've got a camera. "
Now I got me a favorite picture.