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
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