Thursday, September 15, 2016

Mother and Son

Mother picks up and suckles her Son
Singing a song that rolls off her Tongue
What she sang has already been Sung
Wishing for days when she was still Young

The moment we're born we start to Die
We cannot stay no matter how we Try
The first and last day are the days we Cry
Soaring through clouds ever so High

Son kneels down to embrace his Mother
For she had no Sister, Cousin or Brother
The last words spoken they'll be no Other
From this life we lived now into Another

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