Mother's Loss
J
James McLain
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Memories gather dust my babies gone.
I became, before I left for work.
Before I went to sleep, the feeling came.
Something's wrong I know it, she's not home.
The photograph, the picture I can't bear.
What was done was hate, not love you hear!
She because of beauty's long lost hope.
Someone went to far they took my babies heart.
I but appeal, I have no will and still I must.
I am a Catholic,
not a Baptist and I'll try, I'll have one more.
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