Sarah Harper

In the spirit of and in faint homage to Masters' Spoon River Anthology.

Sarah Harper

My youth was filled with ample lesson of his power.
By the day I watched him sap her strength
Until she slumped like a heap of gray washing.
They blamed the cow for the kick that killed her,
But I tell you, she flew to the dust with gratitude.
So it was with me.
All my life, I was only waiting my chance.
They say the scarlet fever carried me from this world,
But I tell you it was the sight of his eyes,
And her but two weeks in the grave.
I flew to the light, made strong by my mother’s example.
And here found a home like no other I have known.