Contest: A Mother’s Ears – Craig Cornish ~awarded 3rd place~
She could hear us whisper when she wasn't even in the room Knew we were up to mischief just by looking at our faces Oh how I wish I could turn back the clock … The dawn chorus is no longer music to her ears With limited hearing and failing eyesight the TV remains silent Her only pleasure is listening to talking books on a machine for the blind But the volume is so loud she remains isolated in her own room Why aren't you wearing your hearing aid I ask? But she simply won’t wear it … Won’t admit to the fact old age is creeping up on her So now she lives in her own little world A world of increasing darkness and silence I dread the day she can no longer see or hear me Oh how I wish I could turn back the clock … 05~05~15 Contest: A Mother’s Ears – Craig Cornish ~awarded 3rd place~
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