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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