Mother And Son Poem by michael Smajda
Mother And Son
It must have hurt my mother the day I left home
With just a worn suitcase and a used pocket comb.
I left her alone with my stroked, invalid dad,
Though her own health was not the best to be had.
Though we were always so many miles apart,
I know she did wish me well with all of her heart.
I will never forget the day we exchanged goodbyes
Or the forlorn tears last seen in her eyes.
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