To my Mother

Why does my mother smile and look away?
Each time those memories are brought to mind?
Why does that sad look in her eyes prevail?
How can she be so angry, sad and - kind?

How can she smile when tears are in her eyes?
How can she sing those songs that tears her heart?
Why do I hear her laughter, not her sighs?
How can she laugh with such a bitter start?

My mother smiles, with love, and calls him "father"
And never minds the tears she should have shed
Though the sight of him should make her sadder
It seems to make her happier instead

She is my mother, and she's father's wife
We are her pride, her loved ones and her life

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