(c) By Vickey Stamps She cooked salt pork and grits in her special way ‘Fore he saddled his horse to do ranching that dayT’was still pretty dark, the day being brand new The stars was still out. The sky weren’t yet blue She got her some coffee, sat and rocked for awhile In her womb was a new child. The thought made her smile She longed for a daughter to share lonely days To make pretty clothes for, to teach women’s ways She got up, scrubbed the floor, got the bread making done While keeping an eye on their much loved young son She peeled up some spuds, snapped some green beans Washed up her sweetheart a clean shirt and jeans She made up a chicken and dumpling stew, She knowed he’d be hungry when his long day was through She brushed up her hair, let it hang down low Cause she knowed he loved how she’d let it grow When he come riding up she’d be by the door Right grateful God brought him home once more She knowed he loved her. His eyes told her so In the way they watched her, the warmth of their glow She rejoiced in the way he would play with their son No matter his tireness when the days work was done He would wait for the ‘kick’ of their unborn babe As they lay in the bed he once had made Yeah, she kept mighty busy, this ranch mans wife But she wouldn’t have wanted no other life.