Motherhood
She Came Home crying
Fountains flowing from her lonely eyes
Sorrow, the beauty that ever met her eyes
She came home crying
She lie down thinking
Of her children, who are yet germinating
And her hopes, in them germinating
She lie down thinking
She knelt down praying
Her hope is dead, no human consolation
In the church, her source of consolation
She knelt Down praying
©? Eduardo De Bosco
Copyright © Eduardo Bosco | Year Posted 2020
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