Riding a Little Horse

“It rained last night.

My horse’s name is Dutch.

My daddy named him, I think.”

 

“I couldn’t ride last night,

It was raining

And I don’t like to ride in the rain

On the highway.”

 

“I was at school

In the one-room school house.

I ride a little horse

But it rained last night

And I don’t like to ride in the rain

On the highway.”

 

I laid my hand on her shoulder

Her expression was peaceful and calm.

Gray hair glistened

Casting hues on the ashen building

In the room at the end of the corrider.

 

“I couldn’t ride last night,” she said.

“It was raining.”

As we talked I could see her

Living her life in front of me

Existing

In an earlier time.

She was a shadow

Of my own dear mother, gone,

Yet, also here.

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