She is Still Their Mother

An old woman rocks quietly with her eyes closed.
Her mind reaches back to a place she saves,
A place sacred to her.

A place she can only visit when alone.
Her thoughts drift 'round in her head.

At times almost drowning her as she remembers.
She can again feel for a moment
She can again dream for a moment.

She sees them in her mind,
she feels them in her heart...

They are her children.
The children not recognized by others.
The children that left as quickly as they came.

As she rocks, she hums.

She hums 60 years of lullabies,
never heard by her baby's ears.

She rocks,
she hums,
and tears fall to her breast.

She is still their mother...

~Author Unknown

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