aching and sore fingers
with every cotton flower picked
she daydreams of nice house and
table laden with food and cool wine
maybe buy a nice dress and shoes to dance
at her cousin's wedding next harvest time.
wiping sweat on face,
she carries sack of cotton at the end of day.
walking back to her rented room of
small bed, a picture frame of her family
brings a smile to her lips and sparkle on eyes.
crossing hands in prayer, she sleeps
on a pillow cotton full of dreams.
Posted for Poetry Jam: Daydream Believers
and Theme Thursday: Inspiring Things - My hope for all migrant workers is for them to come home and be with their loved ones.
Picture credit: http://www.latinamericanstudies.org/latinos/cottonpicker-1936.jpg
That is such hard work too. Must be so painful on the fingers after a while. I only went strawberry picking once, that was choice, but an hour was plenty enough of picking anything for me.
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely writing Grace.
hmmm.... isn't she a metaphor of us all? isn't this the fuel of our dreams?
ReplyDeletelove the pic
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Loved this.....will last in mind.....
ReplyDeletePray they be able to achieve their aspirations. They have little wants even then it may be that far off. Some became successful entrepreneurs though. We never know! Nice write Heaven!
ReplyDeleteHank
I think you captured the feelings of this dear girl's soul very well. It was a sad poem, yet there were bits of hope woven within the lines as well.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem!
It does sound like hard work.
ReplyDeleteit sounds like she works hard...so i have hope for her because dreams do take that...it is hard to break out of that rather meager existence...i have hope for her though...smiles...
ReplyDeleteHard work can take us far, just a shame some have to work so hard for so little sometimes I guess.
ReplyDeleteMay her daydreams turn into reality! She has a hard life.
ReplyDeleteoh, in my country we actually have a famous poem on cotton pickers. Written by one of our famous poets. Very touching.
ReplyDeleteYou must give me the link to the poem one day ~ Thanks Dez ~
DeleteA lovely poem that makes us see the humanity of the cotton picker!
ReplyDeleteUnfortunately, she is not just a metaphor or a model for us to take delight in simple things, to want less, to know that no life is empty of a spark. I like your comment: "My hope for all migrant workers is for them to come home and be with their loved ones." And I would add: with a means of earning a living nearer to home!
Exquisite!!!
ReplyDeleteWe don't seem to realize or appreciate how well we have it these days.
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Hi Grace,
ReplyDeleteThis was a great poem to share with us. Can you imagine what it would be like if we had to go out every week and pick our own food? I think things would change in the life of this young girl and we would gladly pay her more money to pick our food. Maybe someday she would be able to live closer to her family and her dreams would come true. Hopefully for all migrant workers this will someday happen.
Thanks for sharing this poem with us for this weeks Theme Thursday.
God bless.
Ahh... love that last line.
ReplyDeleteYikes, this is the real, true, gritty stuff we don't see enough of these days. Congrats.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully captured the dreams of a cotton picker. Amazing potrayal of hardship mixed with optimism making it beautiful poem
ReplyDeleteAmazing....Grace...I love what you did with that last line...SO affecting! Wow.
ReplyDeleteI love the way you told her story, giving her a sense of dignity that others would not. And I have to agree, that last line is just perfect. Thanks for sharing this with us at Poetry Jam this week.
ReplyDeleteYour words fit the photo image so well. She must have a lot of beautiful dreams.
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