Mommy
Where did you go?
I can’t find you
I’m hungry

Mommy
I can’t hear you
I can’t see you
I bruised my knee

Mommy
I called but you didn’t answer
Can you hear me?
I finished my homework

Mommy
Where are you?
Who’s going hold me when I cry?
Dry my eyes?
Kiss away the tears?
Quell my fears?
Hear my prayers?

The angels came
Left me behind
Memories remain
Moments defined

And yet very few will understand
Why there’s a little boy in every man
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“What a mother sings to the cradle
goes all the way down to the grave.”

Henry Ward Beecher (1813-1887)