I look back to the past from which I <br /> came <br /> Remembering the sadness, heartaches <br /> and pain. <br /> Remembering words that my ancestors <br /> spoke <br /> And songs that once filled our hearts <br /> with hope. <br /> Remembering dreams of a brighter day <br /> Where my skies were blue instead of <br /> gray. <br /> Trying to learn to read and write <br /> In secret, at night, by candle light. <br /> We've marched out of the darkness and <br /> into the light <br /> Now it seems that my people have forgotten <br /> the fight.<br /><br />Barbara Langford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memories-of-the-past-3/
