Larry Bradfield Poet Narrative

How Long, Oh Lord

I was already old
When I first saw the photograph
My mother -  twenty something  - before my birth
Deep in the great depression and dust bowl
                 How long, Oh Lord
Sand a half foot deep on the porch

The beauty in her face was there
But her eyes were dead - and cold
No hint of a smile from lovely lips
That later kissed my  cheek
                 How long, Oh Lord
Fence in the yard three feet under sand

The dynamic beauty she became
Is not there - not in this picture
Even the house - devoid of paint - is hopeless
No animals in sight on this small farm
                    How long, Oh Lord
It took an oil boom to change this photograph


9-12-19
Writing Challenge 2, September 2019 - The Photograph
 Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode

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Constance La France October 3, 2019 at 5:23 PM Larry congratulations on your win in my challenge with this emotional write!

Regina Mcintosh October 3, 2019 at 10:04 AM Good there was a good change in circumstance for your family. Happy for your winning placement and bless you

Juliet Ligon October 2, 2019 at 4:18 PM Interesting photograph of personal history. Congrats on your placement!