Saturday, 15 October 2011


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When all alone, quiet, and lost in thought,
I see again the times when I was young.
I smile for attention I often sought,
Knowing if I was sad then you would come.
You would dry the tear-drops that then would flow
Be my bedside nurse on a restless night.
A soothing word and I'd forget my woe,
Consoled that you were not far from my sight.
Your wrath confused me when I misbehaved,
Never believing I was ever wrong.
But now I see love through your stormy rage,
With your wise words I have grown Oh so strong.
So when I think of you, Mother and friend,
©All regrets are over, all sorrows end. 

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