In Her Aloneness and Distress

SHE CARRIES ON HER A PAIL SHE STRUGGLES WITH HER BACK PAIN SHE STOPS...MUSIC OF THE QUAILS SHE MUST MAKE HASTE FOR THEY MUST BE CHASED NO MAN HAS KNOWN HER OTHERWISE SHE COULD BE GIVEN A HAND SHE IS THE CAPTAIN OF HER OWN SHIP AND ALSO AN OARSWOMAN IN A SKIFF FROM THE WEEDS SHE WILL BE GOING TO COLD SHEETS AT TIMES SHE’S SCARED OUT OF HER WITS HER ONLY SOLACE IS HER GRANNY’S QUILT SHE CLINGS TO IT AS IT CARRIES HER TO SLEEP SHE WAKES UP TO NO MUSIC OF LOVE ONLY THE MELODIES OF DOVES THE SUN, WITH ITS RADIATING RAYS GIVES HER THE HOPE THAT ONE DAY IT WILL BE OKAY SHE HOPES TO HAVE SOMEONE ONE DAY TO TAKE HER ALONENESS AWAY WHO CAN KNOW HER AND GIVE HER LITTLE ONES TO GIVE HER A HAND OH YES SHE WILL DANCE FROM HOME TO THE FIELDS AND USE EVERY CHANCE