Your Mother

H Herbert Nehrlich Herbert Nehrlich
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I wonder if you know, you busy boy how luck has favoured you, yes you were pampered. She lives her life with functions so impaired her toothless jaw set hard in stern determination. There has not been a single day or night that she would let her thoughts stray for too long away from you to news and other trivia it is her nature to be there for you alone. And if you cannot see that room inside your heart reserved for her, with all the comfort you would find in place for one long lifetime unconditional and true then time has come for you to think outside your mind. The day will come that you shall stand beside her grave perhaps a tear or two start rolling down your cheek while words come easy then, if you are all alone she will then listen to the words you've never said.

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