When gratitude forgets its duty
the hearts of others weep silently,
though she was not your mother
she gave you food,
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though he was not your father he carried you, comforted you, both nourished you, nurtured you, because you were the children who had lost a mother.... a very fine poem. it made me think a lot.. i was moved.. thank u dear poet. tony
as you grew up and walked away ungratefully from them, silently their hearts wept choking with disbelief. a very fine poem. facts of life. tony