I miss my children, sometimes to the point of tears!
Oh, my heart drips such tears!
As I languish in the gloam,
My babies are far away,
And their home is not my home,
Oh, to see their pretty smiles!
Would end this ever slow pain,
But ’tis not to be for now,
So, I sit here making rain!
SRR August 13, 2012
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