Susie sat real close
like they did in hi-school,
he proposed wearing a big toothy grin.
It was down by the river where she said yes
then laughing, she pushed him in.
Saturday night he took her dancing,
they rode in his old ford truck.
The one that drug those tin cans,
through the puddle
where they got stuck.
He still pushes the curls back
that frames her face
when he gazes into
her yearning brown eyes.
She feels his warmth
and steady breathing
snuggled contently, by his side.
He shops at a place called
"Boots, Hats, and Jeans,"
and dines in a place called home.
Biscuits and gravy is the cuisine,
with hashbrowns, eggs and ham.
Susie's hips are a little wider now
from the baby boy that they lost,
he still can't get over her strength,
for she had comforted him,
with her pregnancy, a terrible cost.
Sunday she cooks for company,
chicken, mashed potatoes, and corn.
Dad and Mom will be by
and so will his brother,
with his fat little wife
and their wily twins, now four.
She baked a cake and made a hot dish
for the potluck held at the Inn.
Those four caskets had changed her life
with the grieving mothers as friends.
Now she worked to help each one,
with the little things they may need.
Like milk and bread and the laundry done
and there are the pets to feed.
She took from her grief and gave,
that is what her mother had done.
"Child," she said, "there is pain in this life
but you can always touch just one.
"And there is so much that we should do
to lend comfort to those we can.
we are here in this chaos to live
within God's compassionate plan."
"He has a plan for us all
and even though trusting is hard
and sometimes we wonder why
our minds are worn and charred."
"But if we stay vigilant,
and have a little faith
He will help it grow
through his love and grace."
"Please, just live your life fully
love your husband and town
and the time will come,
I promise you Susie,
that life will settle down."
She never forgot those words
and the day her mother died,
she repeated them back in her ear,
then her mother gazed in her eyes.
When her mother closed them
with a smile on her dry lips,
Susie knew her Mom
Would see her reward
For the selfless life she lived.
Big Jim let her dad stay with them,
and life went on contently.
He made foreman at work
and Susie gave birth
they gave him the name
"I am fascinated by beautiful skies and diverse landscapes. I make the Pacific Northwest my home. My husband and I have been abundantly blessed with six grown children and sixteen grandchildren. Art, music and words, are my passion.
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