Mother’s Poem

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The kitchen has always been the center of the universe of any farm or ranch She feeds their sleepy forms in morning clothes them for the cold or warm and prays them safe from harm Looks out her window to the east where barn shadows and rolling hills greet them as they start their day Men in firm direction to their work children scattering to play Then south across the lake to catch the water's mood foretelling wind or calm Sometimes sees in morning mirages of cutbanks rising like mountains along the Eastern shore Or more directly to the south forms of her neighbour's homes rising and shimmering like memories of her youth Seasons spiral out and in from this center crocus and buttercups in the greening grass cactus flowers and the joy of newborn calves The growing season of the grain and golden glory of a well stooked field The shortening of days into winter and the ever present stars joined by the dance of northern lights Within each season she has watched the play of seasons of each day men returning from roundup children from their play While she waits always at the center to warm and love and safely tuck away

Mom and brother Wally in the ranch kitchen 1952

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