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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368933" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Mothers Life</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Born into poverty, abandoned very young<br>No mother or lullabies to be sung<br>Left all alone, her the oldest of three<br>Boards nailed on the windows so they couldn't see</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She would write on the wall, one mark each day<br>So she would know how long they'd been away<br>Dad said to her, mom is really sick<br>Got to get her to the hospital, need to go real quick</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Take care of the kids till we get back<br>Not a light in the place, all was black <br>Barely any food for them all to eat<br>The room so drafty, there was no heat</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One day when she had fourteen marks on the wall<br>She heard a man shout out a call<br>He told the others, I hear crying inside<br>Pulled the boards of the door, while they tried to hide</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He told the others, these children need food and clothes<br>He sure glad he heard them before the building was bulldozed<br>He called child welfare, and ladies came out<br>They took these poor children without a doubt</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They took these children to different foster parents<br>Their neglect and and poverty was quite apparent<br>Their parents never returned to get them back<br>But at least they weren't still living in that old shack</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They all were adopted to different places<br>Never to hold or see each others faces<br>Helen was the oldest, the one who had cared for them<br>Haunted for life, from the memories that stem</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know this story oh so well<br>Because of the past her whole life was hell<br>I was her daughter, till she passed away<br>It effected my life too, I was others prey</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She didn't know how to be a mother<br>All we three, her children had was one another<br>So I suffer the curse of loneliness and depression<br>I've been loved and another's possession</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've been abused, the pain goes deep<br>What other have sewn is what I've reaped</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>By Dogs4donna </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>© 2008 Dogs4donna (All rights reserved)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Donna+Nimmo">Donna Nimmo</a><div class=q>
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No mother or lullabies to be sung
Left all alone, her the oldest of three
Boards nailed on the windows so they couldn't see

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