My Sad Song

Upon a Three-Leg Stool sat she,

An Autumn Day,

Darning strong grey socks for me,

A Mothers' way.

Where the Ember glow was bright,

Back and fourth,

Up and down as evening light

Fades from the hearth.

Deep in shadow stood a churn,

With dripping dash,

Pots and Pans at every turn

With soup and hash.

An Out-Shot Bed near the Thatch,

With Curtain Screen,

A rusty worn and creaking latch,

All painted green.

Home dear Home, A mother weeping

For children gone,

Into the world's cruel keeping,

My Sad Song.

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