Flora

Mischievious smile, friend of Marie in the Martha Mills, hard worker to support herself and 
family.
Born older girl child of Rome in 1913
Sunshine and clear blue skies today
Freezing weather, so cold the ponds have a thin 
layer of ice still present after two weeks of subfreezing cold in Georgia(unusual).
Laid to eternal rest today, January 10, 2010, while the flute and violin played amazing grace 
and tears fall  on sobbing breasts.
Wife of Cleo, drunkard, forced to leave Butler after raising his hand to Flora one day.
Rome would not put up with abuse of his daughter. Rome would be sad to know that Flora 
had to endure abuse by her own son.
Flora lived a solitary life with a boxer named Mickey, down a dusty dirt road in Taylor county,
after her three children were grown.
Flora was a second mom to her 10 siblings and caregiver of her triplet nephews. She loved
family more than anything.
Life was hard alone, fears crept apon her nights; her tears shamefully came, she strived to 
be tough and mom and dad to her children. Work took her away too often, as all single 
parents must face. Flora outlived two of her three children causing her much sadness. 
Though she lived independently until her death at age ninety six.
Tears roll...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Guzzi Avatar
June 20, 2010 at 5:03 PM
oh my such a touching tale such a brave and good woman! LIght & Love
Kendrick Avatar
January 12, 2010 at 4:09 AM
Sad on earth rejoicing in The Third Heaven at the homecoming of a Saint. She was made of some tough material. Keep the creative pen flowing. Thanks for the comments on my work of the last few days. The poem about the cloud that looked like Shriek was fantasy but from a picture. It is nice to escape into never-never land occasionally. Mom
Kapoor Avatar
January 10, 2010 at 6:41 PM
Sad story Poem very well written. Best wishes and love Ravindra
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