What songs did she sing as she brushed her dolls hair?
Which way did she skip through the trees?
How many times had she been tucked into bed, as the summer air whispered her to sleep?
Every year, summer would come and the
Cabin was there like an old friend,
She'd clean and she wash, and hang the fresh drapes.
They stayed to be cool, on the hot summer nights.
She loved her family with passion, and always hoped for more,
She was afraid one day they would remember the worry she wore.