When I was a young girl at home, many told me that my mother had written poetry when she was younger, but I never saw much of it. After her marriage to my father, her life was filled with four children and a farm. Farm life was never easy for any of us.
Move from that thought to the present, where our son-in-law constantly researches his family tree and our daughter’s too. Recently he unearthed a poem my mother had written as an obituary for her mother’s sister’s husband, who died in a train accident in Lubbock, TX. Finding this poem online was truly amazing.