I'm wearing a sparkling blue ring,
from precious Mother Emma Jean.
This ring gives me power to storytell,
Emma Jean told stories and she did it well.
Now she told a story I will never forget,
she weaves the story of the
telling her story in Missouri at a really young age,
betterwrites it on the page.
Her voice changes in fluctuation and stance,
weaving words like a rhythmic dance.
Even though Emma Jean's gone,
I will tell her stories so they will live on.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on Feb.15,2011
updated on December 29,2018
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