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A Mother's Lament ©

Nancy Purves
Calgary, Canada
2003

Children lost in images fading
Dappled sunbeams on their cheeks
when my heart turns round to view them
I could sit and cry for weeks.

I well knew that it would happen
I felt and feared it every night
Each time I kissed those dear moist foreheads
and tucked them into bed so tight.

I tried so hard to hold these treasures
deep in my heart to last the years.
But today my tired heart is yearning
I`m just floating lightly round my peers.

This is life - the life that is;
Don`t you understand the terms?
Children can`t stay young forever
every lonely Mother learns.


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