The time has flown away.

Mother

The other night while I lay and slept
I dreamed of my mother: my eyes were wet.

She dies it was, I think, four years ago
In peace she passed away, oh no! Oh no!

She was so young and loving, kind and true
I guessed my life would have to start anew.

From face to face I looked. They heard that sigh
That told us that the end was drawing nigh.

That night while we stood there beside her bed
She looked, she smiled , she sighed and then was dead.

Doubtless, I knew for sure within my mind
Someone to replace her I could never find.

Three stong sons she had bourn within her womb
Why did she have to go and leave so soon?

My throat was dry and tears were on my cheek
My throat was tight no words there were to speak.

We left first one, then two, then Dad then I
Why did she go, why did she have to die?

She died it is I think four years now past
To give her love she struggeled until the last.

Tonight I know as I lie in deep sleep
I will dream of mom: my soul will weep.

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