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The Farmers Daughter

by ashley-brooke-payne

when he was younger, people called him a fool and he never made it to high school his daddy was a hard workin' man he taught his son how to work the land from sunrise to sunset crops rise from blood & sweat the only thing he could really know was how to make things grow until he met a woman that stole his heart she was the bright light in the dark she sang pretty songs that he didn't understand she'd cook and clean while he worked the land he wanted to learn, she planted the seed she brought home books, taught him to read they were happy, but not yet complete the house was missing the sound of little feet and storybooks and lullabies they longed to hear a baby's cries soon she grew heavy, baby inside one that would be her father's pride she grew up in a house full of love told she could be whatever she dreamed of we sit here now, graduation day and i listen to the words she has to say "my Daddy was a farmer, he loved the way things grew and he cared for the animals, always knew what to do he always did everything to make sure his family would survive my Mama was a dreamer, she kept our hope alive and gave me wings, taught me to fly to always give thanks, never question why and i wouldn't be here right now if they hadn't always knew somehow that i was destined to do something more this is love, it's what family's for"
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41 / F / American
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41 / F / American
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Jan 2, 2013
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