Pioneer
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When we first dropped our belongings
In the clearing in the forest
Mama said we'd die the first winter.
Papa had been a potter back in Wales.
He knew next to nothing about building.
But he chopped some trees
Followed the line, had to follow their rule.
Drew the line, had to make own rule.
Looked the starting point, people began following my rule.
Sometimes,
i lose hope.
sometimes the pressure is too much
sometimes
the memes are too dank for me
for my family
for my community
for us all
so i must share them
BUT!
The sad begging blue eyes
Almost bring tears to my eyes.
Almost.
The tiny warm smile
Almost makes a matching grin.
Almost.
The pitter patter of tiny feet
Almost makes me laugh.
