Lynn Essex Poet Rhyme

In a Tiny Rustic Cabin

In a tiny, rustic cabin
In the hills of Tennessee
Is where my weary mother
Bravely gave birth to me.

In a tiny, rustic cabin
In the hills of Tennessee
Is where I patiently waited,
‘Till someone married me.

In a tiny, rustic cabin
In the hills of Tennessee,
Is where we built our life 
And raised a family.

In a tiny, rustic cabin
In the hills of Tennessee,
Is where we anxiously waited
For our little grandchild-to-be.

In a tiny, rustic cabin
In the hills of Tennessee,
Is where I’ll spend my days -
Until they bury me.
-Lynn Essex

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Krish Radhakrishna December 27, 2019 at 10:38 AM Nice one. I like it. Simple, effective and deeply emotional.

Na Na December 8, 2019 at 8:39 PM Hi Lynn very nice. I enjoyed this. I lived in Tennessee for a time and its beautiful. Your words flow perfectly. I also have a similar poem called * The Old Cabin * its on my 2nd list. Check it out when you have time. Thanks for sharing this. Welcome to the soup