Row to Hoe
Even at twelve, he knew…
Row to Hoe
Even at twelve
he knew
what his grandchild would feel
lifetimes distant
from that weary day…
He shook his head
and cried there
in the sun.
Don’t fret,
I want to tell him.
Just seven more years
and you’ll be on your way
to make a life
far, far away from there.
And though you’ll never meet me,
oh, you’ll see—
I’ll be the one
who keeps your legacy.
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