Monday, April 18, 2016

Mama



Mama

We went back to Nebraska
just that once.
My brother's wealth was hard

on your Pa.
All of it --
tidy barn, grass in the yard,

and Jack in hand-me-downs
holding tight
to that car,

not wanting to leave it
for our dry and dusty
struggle of a farm.


©Mary Lee Hahn, 2016


2 comments:

  1. Anonymous7:04 AM

    This poem helps me see the picture in a different way. I focussed on the face and the barn in the background. Your poem helped me see the hands.

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  2. Anonymous7:24 AM

    Oh the pain of farming when the rain falls everywhere else... Like this lots.

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