My Amish Mentors Part 1
Sister Faith took me in,
teaching me all
different practical things,
everything from canning foods
and churning butter,
milking the cows and
squeezing the udders,
sewing and darning all
of the clans clothes,
washing them all by
using a washboard,
hanging them on the
clothesline outside,
going for a horse
and buggy ride,
plowing the fields
using an old mule,
making all the meals
and clothes from scratch,
which was yet another rule,
Sister Faith and her
husband Brother Caleb
one day took me aside,
said they liked my work so much
they wanted me to join their family clan,
and become amish and assimilate,
becoming one of them,
saying I'd be the new
farmhand and housekeeper
and for their 12 kids the nanny,
well I said I'd think about it
while I thought I still had my sanity,
but after a split second thought otherwise,
because that night I devised a plan,
said to myself have to get away
from this slave driving amish clan,
tied some bedsheets together
and threw them out the window,
climbed down to the ground
and ran away like some fugitive,
walking and running
till I saw the lights of a town,
almost didn't make it
as I kept stumbling down,
used the pay phone and
called a taxi service,
thought I saw some amish
and started feeling nervous,
finally safe and secure
in the backseat of the taxi,
I said to the driver
"just take me back to
my home where there
is no amish but where
theres technology!"
Copyright © Cheryl Hoffman | Year Posted 2016
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