Art Work by John Law
To market to market, but no,where did you go lady?
how did you manage so? who was so kind to let you
follow? danger any did you meet?
you must be wearing the mask,which I vow is
your truthful trust,not like careless breathers of
the day,young restless astray-
O Lady let me carry your load, you bravely hold,
you are stronger though older but quite bold,
And the boy, grandchild must be,your loving
company,hope the parents are alive and well,
somewhere around ,but who can tell, all is hell
and I don’t know,how far you have to go-
or if you have a home or a farm,no harm, a
place to be safe, I wonder as I stare,I have no
voice, I cannot speak, I am hurt inside,deep
you remind me of one,like you I had, I cared
not and I lost all I ever had, now in silence I
weep.
Art Work by Jane Cromwell
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