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[title] => A woman is crying somewhere
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[bodytext] => A woman is crying somewhere… There’s a woman crying somewhere over there And the only thing she can offer her child is pure love and care The woman slowly lifts her hand from the baby’s breasts as it barks And the tears on her cheeks dry away leaving permanent marks I don’t know this woman But she is somewhere over there Over there in the dark and I am here My child is crying and pleading for more ice cream and cake But I keep telling my child to eat the roasted steak I sing lullabies of nursery rhymes to my child to bed each night And I always leave on the “Winnie-the-Pooh” baby lights Sometimes I wish I had more, but I always forget to thank God enough Because, for me, at the end of the day, my life would be nothing without money, and it’s glorious love A woman is crying somewhere over there At night I listen to her cry, and I can almost swear I understand why she cries, but my knowledge of her life is just a tale of lies And she screams through my ear but the words pierce through me too clear I start to feel her pain as her baby is in pain, and has been in pain for the past 12 weeks And as I close my eyes at night I see her child in pain, colored with fear, red at eyes and cheeks Today my child and I went to daycare to put little Tommy to class I kiss my son on his cheeks, now red with lipstick and give him lunch money for a first-day-pass A woman is crying somewhere A woman is crying somewhere over there And nowadays, her pain is becoming a part of mine And more than ever now I seem that people don’t actually care I know this woman is hungry, for her stomach aches on to me But my aching is nothing compared to her anxiety for her baby’s agony And as her child suffers I’m imagining it was mine, and I am as scared as hell As I turn to faces, they just turn right round and act like they can’t tell A woman is crying somewhere A woman is crying somewhere over there I want to tell her that I care hibissa, PLEASE: To help keep this site INTERACTIVE, please read and comment on at least 3 poems by our other authors for each one you submit. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 142 [topic] => 21 [informant] => hibissa [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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