Train child

a woman now she

lives each day that is given

past has no import

to a young farm girl

nor the woman she became

husband, ten children

it would change nothing

the moment is what matters

today’s crop is all

the long train ride west

just words from a past long gone

that child’s tears long dried

lineage of blood

incarnations of the soul

paint her here and now

1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. The Silver Poet
    Nov 04, 2012 @ 20:55:17

    powerful and thought evoking…..

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