"True Love"

True Love

It’s always been my question though it’s never crossed my lips

Why all the stories of the hard won west

Never mentions the ladies or their difficult test

Now we all know men are made of puppy tails and snails

But women who chose to love those men were loyal courageous females

They bore the daughters and sons of men who homestead and tamed the land

Gave up their youth their beauty their souls and all the rough life demands

I know the tale of one of those gals taken from family, comfort and all she knew

She married a cowboy who until that time lived alone with his dog named blue

In her ruffles and lace she beguiled this gent and they married in a whirl

He had no idea of her sacrifice made, when he wed that city girl

She loved him so she never looked back or longed for her childhood home

Most days she spent in the rough wooden shack on their homestead all alone

Her valiant first cooking efforts were much like slop or swill

He never complained or said cruel words he loved and cherished her still

But He longed for the bread like his momma once made covered with berry jam

One day he smelled the aroma of baking and he yelled! “Thank you Mam”

“Now dear I knew you could do it” he cried as he hunted high and low

“I know I smell fresh bread, did you hide it where did it go.”

“I have no idea of what you speak, just sit down and eat this meat”

“My skill with flour does not exist, stop your dreams and take your seat”

On top of the wood stove was simple fare, a small pot of vegetable stew

No biscuits or rolls though his bride was covered with flour and apron all eschew

Then later that eve he gave grain to the cows and saw there hidden and flat

The sorriest loaf, he ever had seen, brick heavy and much like a mat

A smile crossed his face as he thought of his dear

Trying to please him with home baked fare

And he loved her the more never mentioned his find
For you and I know true love is blind