In Loving Arms
Please read the amazing poetry by a talented writer.
4 Generations – Myself, My Mother, Grandmother, and Great-Grandmother – On the Dakota Prairie, Summer 1953
Those sweet memories
Of the way it used to be
When I was safe in my mother’s arms
On the infinite Dakota prairie.
Where life could be hard
And money was in short supply.
But, love surrounded me
While the generations stood by.
Passed between these ladies
I clung to their arms
Knowing they’d protect me
From dangers on those family farms.
They stood by me when I was young
Advising, suggesting, sometimes stern.
Leading protectively on the long dusty path
Teaching me lessons, they hoped I would learn.