I remember how you used to care for the flowers
and arrange the vegetables at the stand.
How carefully you drove the tractor.
I remember you coming out of a cornfield at dawn,
soaked with the dew, laboring under your basket.
All the tiny things you looked after -
kittens and toads.
And the strange foods you gave us!
O Gretchen, wherever you are,
I hope you've found peace.
How did you live in that harsh world?
Where did you hide your fragile spirit?
O Gretchen, wherever you are,
I hope you've found love.
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