Lost to Memory

Mother's Day - she's dying anyway.
Imploding like a mine gone wrong.
They reach, but all the love is gone.
No matter their denial, some great
part of them is really dying too.

For all the wrongs they never dared
make right. For lullabies left drifting
in the night. Hard and cold, they stare
through walls of wealth that never
brought them real delight.

Knowing that their time is limited.
Gathering the many tears she shed.
Flowers sent, the money spent -
it doesn't mean a thing.

Mother's Day - she's dying anyway.
Imploding like a mine gone wrong.
They reach, but all the love is gone.
No matter their denial, some great
part of them is lost to memory...

? Michaelette ?

5/11/2003
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