Coal Miners Mom

Elderly lady with weather worn face
Standing on porch,knowing her place
Looking for sons to return from the mine
Awaiting train's whistle,she'll hear down the line

Pondering her past and the man of her love
Knowing he's watching with her from above
Taken from her when boys were so young
Died in the mines as life just begun

Fear fills her heart each day they leave home
Tries to stay busy so mind doesn't roam
But knows in her soul the dangers ahead
Yet, never once,were words ever said

Echoing whistle fills small town's air
Straining to see her sons walking there
Turns to the door and begins to cry
Thanking the lord as she looks to the sky

Table is set,she waits by the door
Cheerful in knowing,she'll greet them once more
But tomorrow will come,with no end in sight
Still plagued with the thought,of her lonely fight