Lady
Tencows
They
laugh, "A woman's worth one cow."
She,
halt by her father's hand
and
Mawmaw's cross-eyed bull,
was,
well, worth less.
Bold-tongued,
opined
about the length of thatch
and
how the sun peers in our hut
to
make a longer day
and me
more
of laughter's fool.
But
she can read the stars
and
mix a brew to tend the night
and
tether sorrows
with
arms that know the length of love.
They
watch her on the path,
blinking
at her broad-brimmed hat,
while
she,
standing
at the edge of all we know,
scatters
words.
Ten
cows I gave for her.
Ten
cows was all I had.
This is priceless and always my favorite poem, although I love them.
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