
By BR Chitwood
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Too many echoes fill the air,
Like a dream with too many players…
A cow moos in the meadow,
Happily chewing its cud and grass…
As tears roll down my cheek,
With memories of Appalachia
Emotions pitch low and high as
I guide old Bessie home for milking…
The school’s resident bully stops
Me, taunts, teases, and fills me
With unaccountable fear and pain…
The bully runs toward his home
As his father yells his displeasure
In his call for chores and dinner…
Small, simple these easy words convey
A condition which shall prevail
For the rest of my life…
Old Bessie and I make it to the home
Of my grandparents who caretake me,
Knowing well the ugly memories of the past…
Divorced parents and the awful depression
That ruled so many of our days, and nights,
Nights when sleep was blocked by thoughts…
My beautiful country born and bred
Grandma and Grandpa saw me through
Those long-ago days of struggles…
They will always be in my thoughts and
Prayers, reminding me that a simple country
Life brought me love and humility…
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BR Chitwood – Author
July 11, 2022
My Web site with twenty books of fiction (some based on true crimes), hundreds of blog posts, poetry, short stories, flash fiction, and songs:
https://www.brchitwood.com
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