A Mother I Never Knew |
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Mother, Who Were You? By ~ Reagana Who is this woman that's dressed in rags all she owned tattered and torn No coat for warmth her things in bags beneath the chill of early morn Meager belongings are close at hand One man's trash became her treasure Too weak with hunger to even stand So long since she ate for pleasure Her days a struggle just to survive a penny tossed to the pauper Asking, begging, for someone to give a life~saving single copper Looking back, she's not a tear to shed all she was slipped through hollow hands For the lonely life that she once led now this world has other demands Her children born, and taken away stars that vanished before her eyes She too young to know just why she never discerned the truth from lies A shadow in my memory too insubstantial to embrace Is all that I will ever have I never even knew her face For this woman I cannot fault she only knew what anguish stole She's my Mother only in name she never learned to play the role Lines: 42 |
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