Hillside Tears

Dying moments, holding hands,
Picture-books from other lands,
Misty mountains, desert sands,
All of this she gave me

Silliness and idle laughter,
Water rides and aloe after,
Tales recalled by verse and chapter,
Lessons taught to save me

From the world and from tomorrow;
How to greet both joy and sorrow
Knowing time’s a thing we borrow,
Loving one another —

Night the hillside tears are sending:
All the love-years she was spending,
And me never comprehending,
Th’range her pride could cover —

But she was

A mother

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