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my mother's in a shelter
01/02/2004 07:54 a.m.

My mother’s in a shelter

There’s nothing we can do

My mother’s in a shelter

It could be me or you

 

Left her house this morning

With the clothes on her back

Left her house this morning

Her life rolled in a sack

 

Don’t know where she’s going

Her life a troubled mess

Don’t know where she’s going

Her heart can’t stand the stress

 

I wish I had some answers

To wash the pain away

I wish I had some answers

On this gloomy New Year’s Day…

 


I am currently Sad
I am listening to the fan, the ominous reliable fan

Member Comments on this Entry
Posted by Susan Q Tomas on 01/02/04 at 08:35 PM

OK, did you order the misery sandwich? Between your stepdaughter and your mother, you have a world of troubles. I am so so sorry. I wish you had some answers too. It is hard to see your mother put herself in such a desperate situation.

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