Hoodoos next generation
In the kitchens where the candles glow, Where grandmothers whispered what the roots know, A new generation softly stands, With wisdom blooming in their hands. Hoodoo children of tomorrow rise, With midnight stars inside their eyes, Carrying songs the ancestors sung, Old as rivers, forever
Love the picture of you two. Wish my late husband could have hung out with our only daughter. She was 3 when he passed.