She wears his yellow slicker,
by Debra Coppinger Hill
though it almost drags the ground,
It seems to make things easier,
as if He is still around.
He’s left her some big boots,
she was gonna’ have to fill,
But his old yellow slicker,
seems to give her the Will.
The Will to keep on going,
the Will to be strong,
The Will to make their dreams come true.
and remember where she belongs.
She wears it to feed the cattle,
and when she cleans the stalls,
She hangs it on that high nail by the door,
and remembers, He was tall.
She wears every time,
storm clouds came rushing in,
She even wears it sometimes,
just so the tears will not begin.
She wears it to keep the wet out,
and to hold the cold at bay,
It eases the hardness of the ground,
each time she kneels to pray.
She wears it to chop the tanks,
and when she mends the fence,
She wears it on the best of days,
and on the ones that make no sense.
She wears it though it’s ragged,
and has completely lost it’s charm,
Because, if she is inside of it,
she is back inside his arms.
It’s just an old yellow slicker,
but it makes her life complete,
It reminds her what’s important,
and it keeps her on her feet.
She’s worn it across a life-time,
and she’s never felt alone,
She’s raised their kids, raised their cows,
and she’s made that farm a home.
When she’s gone; she tells the kids,
'Just hang it on that nail in the barn,
When you look at it, your hearts will know,
His yellow slicker saved the farm.'