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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508652" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Someone's Mother</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Someone's Mother trails the street<br>Wrapt in rotted rags;<br>Broken slippers on her feet<br>Drearily she drags;<br>Drifting in the bitter night,<br>Gnawing gutter bread,<br>With a face of tallow white,<br>Listless as the dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Someone's Mother in the dim<br>Of the grey church wall<br>Hears within a Christmas hymn,<br>One she can recall<br>From the h so long ago,<br>When divinely far,<br>in the holy alter glow<br>She would kneel in prayer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Someone's Mother, huddled there,<br>Had so sweet a dream;<br>Seemed the sky was Heaven's stair,<br>Golden and agleam,<br>Robed in gown Communion bright,<br>Singingly she trod<br>Up and up the stair of light,<br>And thee was waiting - God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Someone's Mother cowers down<br>By the old church wall;<br>Soft above the sleeping town<br>Snow begins to fall;<br>Now her rags are lily fair,<br>but unproud is she:<br>Someone's Mother is not there . . .<br>Lo! she climbs the starry stair<br>Only angels see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q>
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Wrapt in rotted rags;
Broken slippers on her feet
Drearily she drags;
Drifting in the bitter night,
Gnawing gutter bread,
With a face of tallow white,
Listless as the dead.

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