There is a word I long to say
To someone who is far away.
That word is- Mother.
There is a hand I long to touch
Of someone whom I love so much
The gentle hand of - Mother
There a two lips I long to kiss
Of someone whom I always miss
The tender lips of - Mother
Oh come to me and ease my pain
Tell me I'm waiting not in vain
Hear my lonely cry - Mother
by D.E. Coombe
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Thoughts For The Lonesome
PoezieThis is part three of my "thoughts" series. Tale No One (Part 1) Thoughts Before Bed (Part 2) Thoughts for the lonesome (Part 3) No need to read them in order, just read what suits you best. Thanks for reading. Harry
