This next piece was written by a woman named Viola Vaughn, who is an ancestor of mine. I do not know anything about her story, but I found this on an old piece of paper hiding within my grandmother’s things, and believed that it needed to be shared.
I’ve dreamed many dreams that never came true,
I’ve seen them vanish at dawn.
But I’ve realigned enough of my dreams, thank God,
To make me want to dream on.
I’ve prayed many prayers when no answers came.
Although I’ve waited patient and long,
But answers have come to enough of my prayers,
To make me keep praying on.
I’ve trusted many a friend that failed,
And left me to weep alone,
But I’ve found enough of my friend’s true blue,
To make me keep trusting on.
I’ve sown many seed that fell by the way,
For the birds to feed upon,
But I’ve held enough golden sheaves in my hands,
To make me keep moving on.
I’ve drained the cup of disappointment and pain,
And gone many days without song.
But I’ve sipped enough nectar from the roses of life,
To make me want to live on.
A Series of Observations 