Dear Loretta,
by Sharon Waller Knutson
I was never a Coal
Miners Daughter
from Butchers Hollow,
never got
pregnant in my teens
and never could
carry a tune but I
worshipped you
when bare foot and
pregnant you took the stage
in the sixties and
shocked the country
singing songs you
penned about birth control,
and fist fighting with
floozies
who were sleeping with
your husband
while birthing and
bathing six babies.
I cheered when you
humbly accepted eight
Country Music Awards
including the first
female Country
Entertainer of the Year
half a century ago. I
worried when you
suffered a stroke and
then fractured
your hip after falling
off the stage
in your mid-eighties.
I cried when barely
two weeks after you
warbled
your last note at the
age of ninety,
your successors, sixty
something
redheaded Reba and
thirty-nine-year-old
blondes Carrie and
Miranda
sang your songs at the
CMA Awards,
hoping your spirit
would make one
of the blondes the
first CMA female
entertainer of the
year in ten years
and only the eighth in
fifty-nine
years. Since they lost
to a male,
please be an angel and
finish
your work, Loretta.
* * * * *
Sharon
Waller Knutson is a retired journalist who lives in Arizona. She has published
nine poetry books including My Grandmother Smokes Chesterfields (Flutter
Press 2014,) What the Clairvoyant Doesn’t Say and Trials &
Tribulations of Sports Bob (Kelsay Books 2021), and Survivors,
Saints and Sinners and Kiddos & Mamas Do the Darndest Things (Cyberwit
2022). Her work has also appeared recently in Discretionary
Love, Impspired, GAS Poetry, Art and Music, The Rye Whiskey Review, Black
Coffee Review, Lothlorien Review, Silver Birch Press, ONE ART, The
Drabble, Spillwords, Muddy River Review, Verse-Virtual, Your Daily
Poem, Red Eft Review, and The Five-Two.
Beautiful! I hear the minor keys all the way through the poem. Thank you!
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