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My Mama Cried
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My Mama Cried |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State 
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(Bill's poem on sorrow, reminds me of the early years of my life when every day was a sunny day. My folks kept all sorrow and evil from my ears if they could.) I saw my mother crying, and I wanted to know why. Had I done something really bad, to make my mama cry? She stayed inside her room all day, and sent me out to play. But I needed her to hold me and to say she was okay. I went and asked my brothers, they just told me not to pry. Why won't anyone explain to me, what makes my mama cry? When Mrs. Brown, our neighbor, brought a nice hot supper in, I thought that she might tell me, but she shushed me up again. "You just sit and eat your supper, and I'll fix your ma a tray. You must try to be a good girl and not get in the way." When Daddy came in from the barn, I tried to ask him why Was everything so very strange and why did Mama cry. My daddy picked me up and said, "Don't worry girl of mine. It's not for you to fret about, your mama will be fine." I peeked in at my mother and she didn't even smile. But she said I could come in and stay beside her for awhile. When Mrs. Brown came in the room for Mama's uneaten food, She told me I should come out now and try hard to be good. Next day my grandma came and said I should come home with her; That Mama needed time to rest before she could get better. So I went home with Grandma and I didn't ask her why; But I just couldn't help but wonder what had made my mama cry. Only when I was much older did I know why Mother cried. She told me of my brother, who hadn't lived before he died. So now I understand it, but I wish I could have known, Why all the rest of them were sad and I felt so alone. If I had known about my brother, I would have understood, That I hadn't caused her sadness because I wasn't good. Now I'm the the one who's crying and feeling very sad, About the little brother that I didn't know I had. By Joyce 4/24/2001 |
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Packratmike Senior Member
since 2001-02-25
Posts 632California, USA |
Joyce...A very well written, emotionally stirring piece. Thank you. Mike |
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kitkat Senior Member
since 2000-01-11
Posts 878Nova Scotia |
So sad. It is hard when we are young to understand things. As we get older and understand iyt is still hard on us. |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
This is a fantastic ballad......I mean it, the whole thing....look forward to reading more from you. Kathleen Blake |
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NIAI Member
since 2001-03-29
Posts 52 |
Emotionally poignant. I lost a child at birth. I cry to this day. |
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Mabel A. Dilley Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 859Seattle, WA, USA |
Stunning!! Mersmerizing ballad. Wonderful. "I am not now that which I have been." |
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Krawdad Member Elite
since 2001-01-03
Posts 2597 |
Important family story and well done! Krawdad |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
Well done, indeed! Live for love. Without love, you don't live. |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Ah yes...private times, protect the children.... |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
Ah yes, protecting the children........beautiful Joyce. *s* On the wings of words our spirits fly....and our souls are free. |
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PoeticKnight Senior Member
since 2000-01-20
Posts 1144New Orleans, LA |
Oh my....you made me feel something here. Sadness. But told in a nice and charming way. I feel for you. |
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