Stranger At the Door

oh stranger at the door, your face I cant tell as you stumbled up the path at my feet's where you fell beaten and bleeding I helped you in not knowing the tragedy about to begin I asked how this happened? who did this? and why? but all you could do was sit there and cry I fetched what I needed to clean you up as well as hot milk that streamed from the cup but when I returned you were face down on the floor your sobbing had stopped, your pain was no more of all the houses on this street why choose my path to admit defeat? all these questions I had and so many more when a few later came a knock at the door I opened it wide and invited him in the officer entered, looked scared to begin I am sorry to be the one to say but earlier this week your mother passed away I have no mother not seen her in years then I suddenly saw the bloody tears that streamed down the face of the lady in pain as she said my name again and again but my name I never mentioned, nor any other now the cries are clear, help me please its me your mother.