The Midwife Pg 2 Continue Tater and Junebug

And her beloved son grew alongside her like clinging vines. During the capitulation of the Old South. The era of a bitter drouth. They lived hopefully from her skills as a midwife. And though some days were gruesome for her they were perfect days. When they were together in their strife. She found joy and paradise in his existence. In their blissful co-existence. He grew strong and his mind was filled with invincible thoughts of mastering his own destiny. With blazing certainty. However treacherous winds of evil depleted his willful force. And destroyed her soul to a living death. A twisted sorrowful wealth. Through the grueling time in multitude. With a heart cold to any sane rectitude. Many times she revisited the thinning forest. She listens to the song of the Old South. A tune of her son's demise spilled out. From the elm tree in a thinning forest. Near the Ebb Water Creek. A sounding song of mystique. And the mystery of his murder lay. Cradled in the secretive nest in the deciduous forest. Leaving her to walk in the darkness of despair and soul arrest.