The World She Knew

The World She Knew

Written by Ken Carman

This was the world she knew
This was the world she knew
This was the world

Little white house
Up on a hill
In the river town
she loved

Next to her organ
On the long, wide shelf
A wind up Christmas church
Plenty of plants and flowers
Tended so well

Oh, if only plants could see
What they’d see
Through the big picture window
Down the gentle slope
Around trees
The Hudson River
flowing gently
sometimes not so gently
in the distance

Chicken Sunday afternoons
after singing
Baptist choir
Playing organ

Hanging clothes
Clothes line wire
next to the garden
she had me weed
Plant seeds

Border collie
Running to and fro
Having far too much fun
from the dog run
In front of a rabbit hutch
And the lazy summer
Fully enclosed
Bug screened
Dangling near
a short cement wall

And if she could
She would recall
the backyard
Where her kids played
near an old wood pile
And Hook Mountain picnics
Chinese birthday dinners

Husband home some nights
tho sometimes on the road
Three boys
One off to war
Two off to school
All the drama
Sometimes Heaven
Sometimes Hell
Of raising a family

Deep inside
death ate at her
And soon
Too soon
what was of her
was left up a lonely hill
overlooking that same river
the church
the town
where we lived

Yes, Mom
All you knew
Has left you
As have those days
That time

The ashes
Of the husband you adored
Poured into a place far away
Opposite ends of the country

But no need to feel alone
Oh, please
Do not feel alone
Where you are
Soon we shall be
As the Hudson still flows
Out to the oceans and seas
Because other families
Hopefully raised as well
As the Jims
the Kens
the Teds
Or the neighbors
Dean, Jerry, Harry and Dell
Are living their lives out
Near here, there and about
that white little house
On top of the hill
In the river town
You loved
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Ken Carman
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