love

And my father stood at the kitchen window

looking out at the desolate hills

wild, free, overtaken with briars

and at that moment he couldn’t help but love my mother

she had farmed it all growing up

managed to lift herself up

and escape

a rather impoverished state...

He said,

I know now why I love you.

Why my love is so deep...

It takes a hell of a woman

to climb mountains this steep.