Life in a tiny town, black crepe edition

[havocmom]

She’s comin’ back home with her daughter
In the time when planting is done
This is a season for growin’
A season to cherish the sun

It’s the time of calves out in pastures
Wheat in fields green and lush
She’s comin’ back home with her daughter
But today there just ain’t no rush.

The town folk they all knew her
And watched over her as she grew
They’ll all come together tomorrow
And ponder how fast the years flew

She’s comin’ back home with her daughter
As bird song does fill the air
Her parents will be standing together
With grand-parents and great-grandma there.

Some boys that she knew as mere tadpoles
Her kid brother’s friends and some kin
Stand ready to help shoulder the burden
Tomorrow they change into men.

Her daddy aged ten years since Sunday
Her momma’s laughter is gone
We knew somthin’ tragic had happened
Watching them out on the lawn

There was no river that flowed here
Today one runs salty and fast
In life there come many partings
And we seldom know which is the last

Perhaps the team of black horses
Will be brought in to lead the way
She’s comin’ back home with her daughter
And this time she’s come home to stay.

[auntAgonist]

1. thank you for posting this

My best friend's daughter was murdered at age 18, these words really touched my heart and I know they will her's too.

:hug:

aA