Wretched Grief
When the day of tears is done,
The heart aches a little bit less;
Mother missed by the only son.
When the day of tears is done,
His heavy grief again begun;
He lost a mother and also fatherless.
When the day of tears is done,
The heart aches a little bit less.
Copyright © Beauty In Poetry | Year Posted 2019
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