I am going through my old writings....
Can barely read most of them. Torn pieces of paper, hundreds and hundreds through the years.
Some stories, some just painful thoughts, memories. Only looking back can we see where we come from.
I wrote this one six years ago.
Oh Mother Dear
How I mourn for you oh mother dear how sorrow haunts your day
limitations and fears how you hold them near
no sight of sun nor breeze upon your face only darkness reigns inside your lonely lair
proclaiming about the family you love yet they've disappeared without a trace only felt your bitter wind howling round without a care
Oh mother dear with hardened heart and joyless life
look around you now as the end draws near
what happened will never be clear
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