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Playing House
by Deanna M GritsonisA phone called
A mothers cry
Not a plea
But a scared little girl
I take her role
She is alone
She is hurting
She is scared
I am my mother calming voice
I am my mother soothing hand
I tell her it will be ok
I tell her that everything will work out
I am scared inside
As I am the mother playing the rolls
As she is the one being buried into the ground
10/14/2002 Author's Note: To my mother... who will never leave me.
Posted on 10/15/2002
Copyright © 2025 Deanna M Gritsonis
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