06072014 Get Along Home
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When I was young
Life on the farm was difficult to understand at seven
The rooster flogged me
Dad in vengeance chopped the heads of everyone of his mates
numbering a hundred
As he watched in the coop
Perhaps I didn't understand the reality that since I ate at the table
that I had to pluck the feathers off too
It was one of the hardest things to do
As a young lady he taught me manners and I served
his gentleman guests-
as they looked upon me, the youngest daughter
Perhaps God had greater plans
for I wanted to see some of the world outside the farm
When Dad got sick, he left a hundred sheep for me to tend
It was the happiest and peaceful I've ever been despite the pain in my life
Perhaps God had greater plans for me when my mother sold half the stock
and I was left to work a waitress job at fourteen
And I liked serving the people
they were much different than the farmers I had met
I had my chance to leave home with my mothers permission at the age of sixteen ~
I moved to Georgia
and I knew God had other plans for me
Its been thirty two years now
when will I learn that society isn't too good for me
I find myself on my land looking and feeling the breeze on my cheek
steel tears from my soul; they don't come
for I've never been loved by a man at all
I thought about throwing in the towel, and becoming a hermit
Perhaps God has greater plans for me
He spoke to me the other day
I know the voice of my Lord
He wondered why I do that..
pretty much, sell myself short
He said there is such beauty and wonderment
and I blinked as a fawn
Perhaps I do not know how to communicate well in public,
in fact, even people in the small towns nearby say I am the nicest lady but odd
Life is harsh as we search for acceptance
my inner child trembles and I am so very hurt
for who could love me?
As the old folk sing an old folk song:
(get along home Cindy, Cindy)
(get along home Cindy, Cindy)
Perhaps God has other plans
Life is difficult,
no doubt about it
My poured soul flows
and I lack comfort that I need
harsh words are more than I can bear these days
and I find many blessings knowing I don't have to stay on this earth for all time
Perhaps I could show the world my inner self so kind
but I'm shy;
to get hurt again
I've never given that to any man
but Dear Ole' Dad
Copyright © Cindy Cayton | Year Posted 2014
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