Mollie
My mother, a simple life, a simple face
Old before her time, overworked and burdened
Living a life she never complained about,
Lightening our load while bearing hers
Innocent, free of envy, malice or regrets
Every year, her rose blooms again in spring
note: for some reason I cannot bold the first letters..sorry
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2015
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