PEIG SAYERS PEIG SAYERS YOU WERE THE LAST THE SCRAPING OF THE POT YOUR FATHER SAID AFTER NINE STILLBIRTHS YOU CAME INTO THE WORLD DESTINED FOR HARDSHIP AND LOSS I SAW YOU EVERYWHERE I WALKED IN EVERY CREVICE IN THE SANDS ON THE MOUNTAIN SLOPES YOUR SOUL IN THE RABBITS WILD AND BEAUTIFUL YOUR LIFE WILL ALWAYS BE WITH ME Share this: poemPrintMoreTwitterFacebookLinkedInRedditTumblrPinterestPocketTelegramWhatsAppSkypeEmailLike this:Like Loading... By timmyconway poet View all of timmyconway's posts.