Now as a great-grandmother, I was taught to keep the peace,
but many times, I would secretly weep,
especially when I wasn't being treated right by my husband,
I had to suck it up and stand.
I would dream of taking matters into my own hands
and at night running off and fleeing the land,
all to keep the peace and make sure the children were alright,
I didn't want them exposed to the fussing and the fights,
even when he didn't come home,
I knew of another family that wasn't alone.
Barring fifteen children,
and sometimes a set of twins it tore me up inside,
to keep the peace raising my children,
a nephew, and a niece.
It all worked out in the end,
as his life ended mine truly began,
now that my children and their children are grown
and doing well on their own,
they now take care of me,
and keeping the peace is a reality.