Only Six Miles Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Abandoned and penniless
She managed to
Finish raising her children;
Is half raising her grandchildren.
Living at the bottom of the heap
Of lost jobs, houses, cars, men,
And her youth along the way;
She still hasn’t found a man to love her
That’s worth a damn.
But at least she’s found a job
To put a little food on the table;
It’s only six miles down the road.
Now she worries
How much further
Her old feet and legs will take her,
... Even holding onto Jesus.