In honor of hardworking women caring for this generation and the next…
On Women’s Shoulders
Trespassing was a crime,
But did it count if owned by family?
Alex pulled the grey stone out of the old structure,
Two down from the pink granite one, right where Mom had told him.
His hand touched the key and a photo;
His three aunts and mom linked by arms, the flourishing farm in the background.
Four women keeping it going for the generation after them.
Until calamity.
At sixteen Alex sent to a foster home.
Distant uncle Larry posted, “for sale”.
No one would buy.
Returning at eighteen, now with Mom’s secret stash,
Alex called the real estate.
Friday Fictioneers at Rochellewisoff.com, brought this photo prompt from Lisa Fox. Check out Rochelle’s blog for more interesting and creative posts.
Clare Graith 