I was a competent, happy housewife, but that was before my husband died,
Leaving me to rear myriad children solo, as the lone star twinkles with pride.
John had left us a prosperous farm, with a lovely home, shaped like a shoe;
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Excellent! Evelyn, you write poems as if from personal experiences. The images, tropes, rhyme-pattern, rhythm created by the use of the right words everything is so endearing about the poem. Loved it. Top score and added to MyFavourites
Thank you so very much for your kind expressions. Your complimentary remarks are deeply appreciated. I am also proud to have a poem among your Favourites.