Wordle: Burden

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Wordle 283

 

Prisoners Song

When she couldn’t cope
any more my mother sang.

Hymns like heavy blues.
Country dirges, no light

in them, no hope. Her soul
was in chained confinement,

its burden I heard as my birth.
Her hoarse voice tore me.

I covered my ears, wished,
would have given the earth

for Baby Jesus to reach down,
touch on one of us.
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3 thoughts on “Wordle: Burden

  1. How profoundly beautiful and poignant this poem is. I expect many of us have recollections of a distant past when our families were stuggling and we as children knew no other life.

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  2. When she couldn’t cope
    any more my mother sang.

    Often the last-ditch attempt to make something out of a bad situation or a bad experience. It ought to work in soothing the troubled mind!

    Hank

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