Mother’s call

Mother’s call

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The night’s ghosts came prowling down

All geared in a khaki gown

Wielded upon by a ghost with a frown


Walloped and whacked my door that midnight

O horrible! My heart drubbed in fear

At the ghost’s monstrous eyes


Fear I had, for my family that was.

My only son- the crown of my head,

The moon in my dreams!


The khaki ghost saw its prize

Pushing, pulling and dragging

While I kept trying, begging and beseeching.


Whilst I, a hole in my heart now

Days to months; and months to years

Nothing sufficed the khaki

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