Poetry of Kansas

Fellow Travelers.

I wondered why she wept so
And moved her lips to pray.
"My folks are moving to Houston
Twenty miles away,--
I'll only see John on Sundays
Instead of every day."

"And where are you going?" politely
She questioned by and by.
"I'm going to bury my grandchild
And watch his mother die,"
And I could see her wonder
Because my eyes were dry.

May Williams Ward
page 19
(Atlanta: The Bozart Press. 1929)

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September 6, 2004 / John & Susan Howell / Wichita, Kansas / howell@kotn.org

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