Only me for her then,
She had no friend,
All that was her life,
That of mother and wife,
Jerked away now,
But she plodded on, somehow.
Two weeks would be gone,
And then one day strong.
Slowly so slowly the strong days,
Were more than the sadder stays.
I went with her to the out back of Foraker,
Where she paid the food bill to take her,
From small royalty check of 640.
To all that was left, 40.
The door of the ranch house swung open,
And all the memories were alive in place,
There was the sewing machine,
Where the costume for Linda could be seen.
Carefully she folded it into a square,
Placed it in a drawer where,
Bold eyes could not look upon it,
With but one tear, wiped away and quit.