MOTHER’S REGRET
(4th May 2011)
There were laughter there and happiness as well
In an old wooden house at a faraway countryside
But now all remain as a memory
Pictures hanging all over the wall
Mostly portrait of the people she knew
Only one that always caught her attention
The image of “Jones” the beloved son
That ran away from home to find his freedom
No more news heard since the day he left
Sadness and regret dwelling inside of her
She talked to the empty room, as if he was present
And said “Son, I never wanted you to learn bout life from the hardest way”
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