Mother’s Day coming up on Sunday, sharing a poem I wrote some 35 years ago about mothers on the farm.
She walks to the house with the mail under her arms, stopped by the clothesline where the sun feels warm.
Another load ready to fold, the line is sagging from the weight of the load. She walks by the flowers that need to be weeded, sees a bare spot on the ground that needs to be seeded. She has a message from Dad about the chores the kids should do, and she’s the one who must organize the crew.
Supper’s done, she watches some TV and fixes some pants with a hole in the knee. Finally, a quiet moment at last, she thanks the Lord for the day that’s just passed. Doesn’t take long to fall off to sleep.
Oh no, what’s that noise? It’s the hogs and the sheep.
I’m Mark Oppold, wishing all mothers, grandmothers, godmothers, Happy Mother’s Day.
Audio Reporting by Mark Oppold for Southeast AgNet.