Motherless Child…#120   2 comments

This is a writing I will many experience, but few are willing to admit. — kenne

The Last Chapter

Motherless Child…
I grew up in the tranquility of the woods, running free beneath the Oak, Birch and Chestnut trees. The voice of a loving mother was not to be; in my heart, she was very dear to me.

I remembered her voice upon the waves of a summer wind; I pretended that she lived within my enchanted dreams. With the sun upon my face as it filtered through where I sat on the branches of a tree; I pretended that the branches were her loving arms wrapped around me.

I grew up with many strange voices, and left to take care of me, my daddy really tried. So I flourished under heavenly skies, I was silent in my loneliness, from birth a motherless child.

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Posted December 2, 2019 by kenneturner in Information

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  1. I remember a woman whose mother died when she was a one year old. Her father couldn’t take care of her so left her with an aunt who really didn’t want her around. The pain of being a motherless child was still with her late in life. She hated Mother’s day for all the reminders of her childhood pain.

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  2. While I know friends who have this problem, I feel so fortunate to have had a mother and father who loved me and encouraged me throughout life. I was truly blessed with wonderful parents.


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