She knows all of her children
By the sound of the creak
That they leave on the kitchen floor
Whether a patter, whether a creep
From cherubic in their nature
To drunken in their gait
Till she knows dreams have enticed them
She lies awake and waits
She only gives a smile
When theirs is the shine that leads
And in every laugh she releases
It's their comfort that gathers her glee
For with a single tear they drop
A million more drench her cheek
Yet she never screams aloud
A root and the flower it desperately seeks
Like Mary to her stable
She follows without fear
It is their star that lures her onward
Through the cloud and through the clear
And when this life is over
Precious arms will reach for her grasp
A voice of reward will call her forward
A hill of emerald waits for her dance
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