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Sunday, May 12, 2024

Mother's Day

 For some reason, I'm sad today.  My prayer partner prayed for his sister who is estranged from her children.  IOW, she spent Mother's Day, alone.

A gray old woman sits all alone,
Unloved, uncherished, and unknown.
Sitting beside her broken door,
Dreaming of days passed long ago,
When children played about her knee
Filling the air with childish glee,
Tended by her with loving care,
Knowing the blessing of a Mother's prayer.
But now they have gone, each to his life.
A girl to her husband, a boy to his wife,
Forgetful are they of her who sits here,
Silently wiping a tricking tear.
For striving for things in a life so brief
Blind their poor eyes to a dear Mother's grief.
But does she upbraid them in word or in mind.
Nor does their neglect to her seem unkind.
She'll forgive and forget all unkindness they've shown
This poor old mother who sits alone.

Ruby Latimer Edwards. "The Forgotten Mother." Family Friend Poems, November 11, 2006. https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/the-forgotten-mother



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