Cindy

Cindy was salt of the earth … did chores for my mom and others … waxed floors, washed windows and such … anything to put beans on the table for her kids. Their dad was a trucker … went south one day with load of scrap-metal and never came back. When my mom died, Cindy asked could she come to the funeral? I said I hoped she would but the funeral came and went without Cindy. When next I saw her, I asked about it. Cindy said she’d started out but couldn’t find her way, what with not being able to read roadsigns.