The last snow we received (or a couple of snows that) we received was so peaceful. It reminded me of a poem I wrote in February of 1988. My mother was a hard working farmer’s wife.
Work on farms is easier now, but some things still require tender loving care. My mom still milked a co until the early 1980s. She had an accident with a power take-off and her gloves — thus ending her milking the cow. She was lucky — she only lost the tips of a few fingers. She still was out there rain, snow, etc., carrying those heavy 5 gallon buckets of feed and water.
Sadly, we lost her a little over 10 years ago. Her spirit still fills my life with memories, like this poem. Remember, there are still Farmhers out there working hard to keep their families and animals healthy, safe and the world fed.
“Mother and I”
One winter afternoon
The evening would be here
So very soon
Mother and I were talking
and she did say —
“Remember this day, when I pass away”
The snow was falling
This big flakes were floating and swirling along
As if they were singing a beautiful song
As we sat there and listened
The snow it did glisten
We smiled with delight. It was truly a
wondrous sight — we sure did sigh
The chickens began clucking
from a nearby shed
Waiting on us, so they could be fed.
So we stood up and went on our way
Cherishing the memory of that special day.
J.L. Swalwell
Newton