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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Sad mother ... no son Went off to war, never come home No phone call, no letter come Flowers planted in the garden, came spring never sprung Sad, sad mother ... misses her only son Navajo mother, raised under the desert sun Peaceful woman, forgave the white man for what he done When she forsook God in the midst of a long famine, that selfsame day desert rain came pouring down Now once again, the desert sky has no rain cloud To beg God to forgive her sin, for the life of her son, she ain’ too proud She adopted the peace of the white man, then asked her son not to go fight in his war But true to his name, Running Spirit ran Now, in the desert of her soul, it’s raining tears in a downpour Struggling through her long famine of pain, she keeps clinging to wet desert hope Sad, sad, sad mother ... no son Holding on strong ... but for how long ... to her last hope Sits in a rocking chair at home with a gun on her lap ... and a handwritten note: “My tears, they could drown the sun, but I wait for the desert rain to still come But should the day come when I lose my last hope, it’s my choice: I choose the gun ... not the rope” Sad, sad, sad, sad mother ... no son, no son, no son — no sun Waiting alone, so long, in darkness by the phone, listening for his voice after each singing ringtone The rope of despair keeps trying to choke off all her air Still, she’s holding on strong trying her best to cope ... But each passing day gets closer to feeling the final tightening of the rope — yet for now, she rests the gun on the lap of her hope Her tears they drown the sun with wet desert hope Written last on the note: “Forgive me, son ... if you come home, and I’m gone”
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