My mamow, a kentucky woman with a sweet twang and soft hands,
she told me once how she got the scar on her foot.
'doing wash at the creek, ' she said -
'i spilled some kind of acid on my foot -
it's not like it is now,' she said.
she was little, i'm sure,
choring for her mom, who was part cherokee.
in essence, with those little hands, she worked hard for my mom
who would teach me to do the wash;
whether or not it's in a river.