The Old Cedar Tree
The farm was healthy and life was good, but the work was never done.
She stood beneath the old cedar tree
Holding her baby, a son
The farm was healthy and life was good
But the work was never done
She stood beneath the old cedar tree
Watching her child at play
The cabin had burned and she lost her man
But her resolve had made her stay
She stood beneath the old cedar tree
A new cabin was now on the land
The neighbors had allowed her to rebuild a life
By lending a helping hand
She stood beneath the old cedar tree
And watched her grandson at play
She warmed the stove, and set him a plate
And cared for him day after day
We stand beneath the old cedar tree
And remember her heart of gold
Living the life she left to us here
In the cabin, as we grow old
Oh, man, Sharon. This is so wonderful! Even if I did not know it was autobiographical it would be wonderful. But since it is the true history of the Hudson homestead, the Gopher Farm, and that YOU are now Grandma Hudson carrying on the legacy, it is even more special.
This is so beautiful—almost an Emily Dickinson kind of deep simplicity. So much depth, no fancy frills. The love shines through. Brilliant!