For What She Doesn't See

For told my mother's truth,

but once she mustn't lie.

She lost us once and can't regain,

for the youngest can't hear her cry.

A mother's lost fom long ago,

will now bring up all as fast.

To her she feels that love is strong,

but not strong enough to forgive.

A mother's word was shattered back,

and yet still can't hold the hurt.

For long ago she still hangs on,

the oldest to the youngest.

A mother's arm is like a rope,

that leads to mangled, strangled and beaten.