Poem Nineteen

Back When

It was a lovely little place,
she wore a smile on her face,
she raised farm animals and geese for their down.

Her garden was grand.
She made many things from hand,
and people never saw her frown.

The grape vine was old,
she made jelly we're told.
Her gladiolas were prize winners too.

Potatoes were stored on the cellar room floor,
always sorted by old and by new.

It's amazing to me how she lived life back when.
A war brought rationing and grief.

She labored with love, did hard work with her hands
and survived strong with  faith and belief.