To a mother from her long dead son
Mother I can't grow old,
I'm ever your loving infant son
Who will never disappoint you.
I'll happily live in your memory
For as long as it will please thee
But no more tears on my account
For I'd rather fade than grieve thee.
As for sadness let it go;
Holding on so long to hurt
Can only compound my tragedy.
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