Every Day Is Mother

Every Day Is Mother’s Day

For many long years..

under the magnolias this huge house has stood

It has a big pillared porch and its roof is good

For Sale signs have appeared on the front lawn again

Seems another set of owners are giving in

This beautiful house was built pre-Civil War

It has had at least…fifty owners or more

A former mistress of this house seems to wail and wander about

Four sons…she had…when war turned their lives bad

Now she wanders and calls all night long up and down the halls...

her sobs even echoing off the bedroom walls

They say it’s even worse in the rain and this is why...

she wails even louder as the thunder grows nigh

She’s been seen in the garden among the roses

with her hat shading her face among other posies

The children were frightened of her sad tear-stained face

so their parents are taking them away and selling the place

She scared the little girls and they did run

but she always beckoned to the sons

They say they heard whispers of 'Gettysburg” and "Shiloh'

They are packing up now to ready and go

There is no way to silence her tears

They have fallen for so many years

To silence her there is only one way

and that won’t be until Judgment Day

No one can comfort this mother of old

though her teardrops be of solid gold

No one can give back her dearest ones

There are no replacements for lost sons

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