Bear Mountain Widow's Tale
Sweeping the dust and mud
From plank floors--mending and quilting
Needles, thread, and braiding scrapes
Baking days and washing Mondays
Tubs of water, fires and aching backs
The cabin sitting small
In the shadows of redwoods and pines
It was harder and lonelier
Then I ever could have known
Laying in the light less nights
Listening to the creaks and groans
For I was young and foolish once
Filled with the girlish dreams and hopes
Of loving eternally and making a home
It was harder and lonelier
Then I ever could have known
Those dreams faded through the years
In the salty fog of the hardship, the dust,
The tears.
Copyright © Linda Milgate | Year Posted 2010
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