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Poetry By: angellynn

Tags: A.., Mothers, .., Day, Wish

To my prodical son,
My hope, faith, and prayers be with you. Where-ever you are.

Submitted:May 9, 2009    Reads: 127    Comments: 8    Likes: 5   


I sit at the window, my tears take their place.

In my permenant scars, upon a worrisome face.


My eyes no longer shine, my tears washed It away.

As when you were a child, so happy so gay.


Does the Lord listen, when I pray for you.

Hoping and wishing, for my dream to come true.


It's Mothers Day, every single day of the year.

My prodical son, why are you not here.


I want to hold you, like I did years ago.

Before the streets found you, before I became old.


By chance I may see you, but Its been a while.

Passing by un-noticed, as you watch in denial.


The streets are your home, their your family now.

But I am your mother, I must find you somehow.


I have but one hope, all my faith, and a prayer.

That you will be safe, where-ever out there.


If you happen by, look through the window, you'll see.

A worried old woman, your mother, Its me.


It Is'nt far from the street, just a few steps away.

A wish can be answered, this Mothers Day.

~ Angellynn ~



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