Those hands that raised her two sons
that nursed and fed her youn ones
now clasps a big white stick
that guides her thru the darkness thick

In the city her boys go out to play
for them she makes excuses night and day
telling any one who cares to hear
'Oh they keep asking me to come and stay..but i just refuse them any way'

"their calls are getting more persistent everyday..."Her friends nod and with her play
the yarn she has built thru years...
her self deception had stilled their tears
her numbing hurt.. over the years was her secret confidaNT