Poetry

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MOTHERS CRY ALONE AND IN SILENCE
WHEN THEIR CHILD LEAVES THEIR LIFE
THE HURT BUILDS UP...LIKE A HIGH FENCE
LEAVING SUCH....ANXIETY AND STRIFE



WHEN CHILDREN WALK FROM OUR LIVES
NOT APPRECIATIVE OF THE LOVE WE GAVE
WE WONDER IF WE'LL SEE THEM AGAIN
THE LOSS...IS LIKE AN EMPTY GRAVE



MUST A MOTHERS HEART ALWAYS BE LONELY
BREAKING A LITTLE, DAY AFTER DAY
TRYING TO BLOT HER CHILD FROM MEMORY
STILL, LOVING THOUGHTS CONTINUE TO STAY



A MOTHERS LOVE IS UNEXPLAINABLE
IT'S ALWAYS THERE...IN GOOD TIMES OR BAD
BUT THE WORLD OUT THERE...SO OBTAINABLE
CAN STEAL HER CHILD FROM ALL THAT IT HAD



A MOTHERS HURT CAN BE DEVASTATING
IT TEARS HER APART ON THE INSIDE
NEVER KNOWING...ALWAYS WAITING
BUT ALWAYS THERE WITH FORGIVENESS
.............AND ARMS OPEN WIDE!


COPYRIGHT 2004 JUDITH JOHNSON KYPTA

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