The Primitive Woman
Sitting by the fire stitching
Late at night a labor of love
She provides her families wardrobe
With tedious work that strains her eyes.
Up in the morning before sunrise
Her day begins with cooking a meal
Feeding and dressing the children
Then out the door by her husband’s side.
Working the fields
They laugh with each other.
Their lives intertwined
Never to part.
Her faith in God is taught by example
With prayer, kindness, and love.
She teaches her children reading and writing
There are no schools for them to attend.
Hard work and long days
For the family she loves.
Finding joy in the struggles
Of the life, she leads.
A primitive woman
Lives a primitive life
I’m thankful I’m a modern woman
Living a modern life.
Written in response to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). Fandango has started this prompt to take the place of the Daily Prompt from WordPress. Click the link if you would like to join in.
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