There was no sweet September songs


There was no sweet September songs
No nights by the fire with sing-a-longs
No love and laughter for all to share
For sickness was there for all to bare

Oh! For when a Mothers down
Her absence is felt all around
She needs family, tender, loving care
And the comfort found within a prayer

Mothers age as a porcelain doll
Quiet at word, tender at touch, held in awe
Her beauty remains within her eyes
And hearts are broken when she cries

Through sickness she tries to hide
All the fear she’s feeling inside
Her children she still tries to protect
From worries, woes or regret

There was no sweet September songs –
Not this year.

O’Prunty
9/23/2014

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