17 march 2015
"Cried Without A Sound"
2:00 oclock in the morning.. as she "cried without a sound"...
Three days after Christmas.. in a sleepy southern town,
The year was 1956.. and Chevy's ruled the road...
When I was born.. Momma's tears was the only pain she showed,
The second born of seven.. while five stood in the wings...
Waiting for a chance at life.. and all the pain it brings,
I've watched her do our laundry.. on a washboard in the cold...
And even though her hands were blue.. her heart was made of gold,
Raising seven children.. alone and somewhere new..
I wonder where she got the strength.. to do the thing's she'd do,
She taught us to be strong and just.. and pray to "God" above...
And I knew if I lost everything.. I'd never loose her love,
We never had much money.. and there was no "silver spoon"...
We were blessed with so much more.. my Mom hung the moon.
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