There was nothing left
Before she left
Erosion stole her
And there was nothing
I could do for her
That birthed me
And fed
and sheltered
And comforted
And clothed
And listened
And held
And taught
And scolded
And worried
And most of all
Loved.
"Hush little baby
Don't you cry,
You know your mama
Was born to die....
All my trials, lord
Soon be over"
