“The Hand That Rocks the Cradle 1920 in Tennessee, the men did meet The suffragists waited with hope to see victory or defeat. Thirty-five states had led the way, But the final decision was on that day. Roses of yellow were yes and red were no Which way would the vote then go. One young man, with heart and doubt, Received a letter that turned him about. Harry Burn, with a red rose worn, Read his mother’s words that important morn. “Be a good boy,” Febb Burn wrote, “Give women, too, the right to vote.” His “aye” broke through the sea of red, And cheers and happy tears were shed. So let yellow roses forever grow As women would vote and all would know For future generations, let the banner of hope continue to unfurl Because the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world! Kandace 2026”
I write poetry and am inspired by the women who marched and this one Mother who believed her son would do the right thing.
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