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A beautiful, impregnated brunet

With long straight hair

Stood at the window

With a saddened stare

Through the glass

She saw a glare

She opened the creaky door

Just to see her husband,

standing there

With no explanation of where he had been

Or even an emotion of care

She asks “Honey, why must you roam?”

He responds to her angrily

“Woman! Do you not understand? “

“This is not my home”!

Twenty years have passed

Her once unborn child is now grown

He is leaving off for college

He is leaving his only home

His mother’s beautiful face

Has now grown old

What was once soft warm hands

Are beginning to turn wrinkled and cold

Her hair which was once the prettiest brown

Has grown slightly gray

Her smile has turned into a frown

As she asked, “Son why must you go away?”

And with a whisper in her ear

He replied “I’ll be back home someday”

Before she realized

Seven years have gone by

As of right now

She was afraid of living

But hating to die.

As she cuffs her cane

Looking out the window seal

She noticed an old pickup truck

Coming down the hill

As she creeps to the door

She begins to cry

Her son has come home

Only to say goodbye

With his navy seal uniform on

He could only stay but awhile

Long enough to make his mamma happy

Long enough to make her smile

She asked, “Son why must you leave me here alone”?

He replies “Mamma this is no longer my home “

Twelve years have passed

O how brittle the lady has become.

No one to visit her

Not even her son

She looks around in grief

And lets out a saddened moan

She prays out loudly

“Lord come and take me, for this is not my home.

There’s no more on this Earth

That I need to roam

You’ve provided me with everything I own.

I don’t need the things I’ve collected

I don’t want anything at all

I just want you to come get me

And take me to my heavenly home