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When they grew tobacco

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When they grew tobacco

When my mama’s people grew tobacco my dad took off work to help them pull
A mule pulled the sled that we laid the sticky leaves on
He was one of us and we were one in the task
His eyes sparkled in the sunshine
And everything about the mule made me happy
especially the way my uncle could speak to him and make him stop and go

The mule was the first to go
Unceremoniously
Then my uncle 2009
Then my dad took off 2010
And I have a number
somewhere
But for now I pass by that field most everyday
And if I forget who I am
I follow my minds eye
To the mule’s eye
And I know again

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About wherearetheheros

just someone my mother might know

2 responses »

  1. There is something very powerful about this poem. Thank you so much for sharing your work! 🙂

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  2. wherearetheheros

    It was a great time But mostly because I was little and not much was expected of me.
    It is very hard work.
    thanks for sharing my memory

    Reply

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