She married young, ready to take on life,
Ready to love, to lead, to be a wife,
She built a house where discipline ran deep,
And raised up daughters she intended to keep.
She was an entrepreneur before she knew the name,
Always with an idea, always with a flame,
A dealmaker, a designer, a shopkeeper, a chef,
There has never been a room she could not fill with breath.
She is the root beneath the standing tree,
The woman who made room for what could be,
She planned the life that we can now all see,
Our foundation, our world, our living destiny.
One leads in real estate and teaches the young mind,
One brokers homes and leaves no student behind,
One builds the stores where national commerce lands,
One sources goods across the globe with steady hands.
Four different names, four different fields of ground,
One mother’s voice inside them all the same,
The lessons came without a single sound,
They simply shaped the women that they became.
She is the root beneath the standing tree,
The woman who made room for what could be,
She planned the life that we can now all see,
Our foundation, our world, our living destiny.
She was never decorative, she was never small,
She walked the floor until the work was done,
The daughters rose because she did not fall,
She is our ray of light, the warmth of the sun.
Forty-four years and the roots are still alive,
She is still building, still pushing us to thrive,
The coffee shop, the realty, the counsel, and the call —
She never stopped becoming after giving us her all.
Look at the picture on the cover of this page,
Five women standing, every one a sage,
You see the daughters but you must see the source —
Ruby Lee Frazier set them on their course.
She is the root beneath the standing tree,
The woman who made room for what could be,
She planned the life that we can now all see,
Our foundation, our world, our living destiny.
