Terrible and bitter sweet, She checks on her garden and tends to her clothes— Hanging on the line, Blowing in the wind, Drying under the hot Summer sun of the day. She thinks no one’s watching As sh…
Terrible and bitter sweet, She checks on her garden and tends to her clothes— Hanging on the line, Blowing in the wind, Drying under the hot Summer sun of the day. She thinks no one’s watching As sh…