24 novembre 2011

I know my mother there is so much joy and sorrow

I heard the most recent calls   Looked up to find a long lost of smoke.   Can't believe my eyes,   Thought it was in a dream.   It's all true.   Returning to long after a home,   Stepping into the home of familiar and unfamiliar,   About to see the mother storm back.   See home, grieved and dreary mood.   Mothers smoke rising in the place   See my back,   A tear nor out!   She has tears dry up.   I know my mother there is so much joy and sorrow,... [Lire la suite]
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