Hattie.. Poem by Connetta Jean

Down a country road
near a tiny Coal town
Called Whisper Hollow...
a old woman named Hattie
lives in A house trailor
behind the pine trees..
Nineteen sixty two
she bought it new...
ownes all the land
as far as she can see...
mined it 3 times
But this time
they restored the land.
460 acres
just outside town....
But, her trailor is not
what it may seem..
fourteen rooms
was built around it..
the trailor sits
deep inside the walls.
(It's A hall way now they say) ..
i've never been there..
or seen past the pine trees..
Talk at the rest home
is her daughters
have been
'checking things out..'
Her Son has been overheard
talking to contractors
about developing the land.
Hattie waits for darkness
and walks the road
watching sunsets
and shadows
Hearing the quiet,
while she can...
wishing that someone
(just one of them)
would come to visit...