Rosy the Riveter had nothing on Mary Esther,
She was decades ahead of her time,
Laboring when others were nursing their broods,
She produced one progeny,
then headed out to the smell of the gasoline fumes.
Neither Ration Stamps or the unrelenting creek,
could stop Mary Esther,
she made it a daily goal to be Fred's
right arm lady.
Later she would be sandwiched between
her parents, Fred's parents,
her child, her grandchildren, her neighbors, her friends.
Mary Esther never in her life
thought of herself before others she loved.
Beyond that, she spent one Sunday afternoon,
with the Doors wide open,
Riding in the Storm with a white haired companion,
from her plaid plastic lawn chair.
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