Sometimes she’d lie there in the cool of night, The voices stilled at last, the cattle hushed, And, weary from a day of heat and dust, She’d close her eyes and once again the sight Of all she’d loved and left behind would quite Rebreak her heart. She’d left because she must: Her husband called the shots. She tried to trust His quiet confidence that he’d done right. And so they left, not knowing where they went. Familiar landmarks vanished one by one. But she’d have borne those griefs, laughed at those scars, Could she have borne the man she loved a son. He seemed to find some comfort in the stars; She hadn’t figured out just what they meant.
A Sonnet for Sarah
A Sonnet for Sarah
A Sonnet for Sarah
Sometimes she’d lie there in the cool of night, The voices stilled at last, the cattle hushed, And, weary from a day of heat and dust, She’d close her eyes and once again the sight Of all she’d loved and left behind would quite Rebreak her heart. She’d left because she must: Her husband called the shots. She tried to trust His quiet confidence that he’d done right. And so they left, not knowing where they went. Familiar landmarks vanished one by one. But she’d have borne those griefs, laughed at those scars, Could she have borne the man she loved a son. He seemed to find some comfort in the stars; She hadn’t figured out just what they meant.