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by Gail Livesay
Not from the South a’tall, but she might be kin from way back when, joined right in, when we had our awaknin, jumped right in, when we shed our clothes and jumped in the creek, didn’t stay in long it was colder than a witch’s teat. “Y’all, I cain’t find my drawers.” She’s learnin real quick! ~~~~~~*~~~~~~ WORN AND GRAY I went back to the farm today. Still standing weather worn and gray, no longer filled with corn and hay. Missing the warmth of cattle, and laughter of children to fill your rafters. Left alone to decay. I have a place for you to stay. Cover the wall where my children play. I'll tell them where I used to play. |
Gail is fifty-seven years old and lives in Berea, Kentucky, with her husband Wayne. They have two children, Lisa and Michael, and have been blessed with two granddaughters, Marina and Hannah. Gail writes poetry and plays and is currently revising her book about growing up with Bipolar Disorder which was not recognized and/or diagnosed. She attends a weekly writing group taught by Pulitzer Prize nominated poet and author Sidney Saylor Farr.