Jun 15, 2016
A SHOE SHOP
If I were her mother,
and which in a way I am..
because looking at her
I stand by her,
my feet unshod,
I am careworn.
She is someone to me, though I don't know what!
I am angry, more angry than sad
that she should stand there,
struck by a longing
which has been the cause of the undoing
for humanity at large!
How I must fight for her and mine own
dignity!
O my soul, be quiet!
Do not give in to rage!
Work calmly, diligently,
with no sorrow in your heart.
Teach her, let her know, she lacks nothing.
Hold her close and let her know,
she has love; she lacks nothing.
If I were her mother,
and which in a way I am..
because looking at her
I stand by her,
my feet unshod,
I am careworn.
She is someone to me, though I don't know what!
I am angry, more angry than sad
that she should stand there,
struck by a longing
which has been the cause of the undoing
for humanity at large!
How I must fight for her and mine own
dignity!
O my soul, be quiet!
Do not give in to rage!
Work calmly, diligently,
with no sorrow in your heart.
Teach her, let her know, she lacks nothing.
Hold her close and let her know,
she has love; she lacks nothing.
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