migrant mother poem

migrant mother poem - wrinkles on your face, Giving your...

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I would like to be a mind reader so I can read your thoughts caring mother. Sitting with your head resting on your hand, the wrinkles on your face, Giving your shoulder to your children, While struggle comes towards you. I would make a novel of the hardships you faced and the world that was helpless. I would like to be a general So I can inspire you caring mother. Sitting with your head resting on your hand, the wrinkles on your face, Giving your shoulder to your children, While struggle comes towards you. I would make a battle cry of you and the people who fought in hardships. Migrant Mother I am not a mind reader but my conscience exposes sympathy towards your hardships. Several years ago were your thoughts, so people can read the stress on your face caring mother. Sitting with your head resting on your hand, the
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Unformatted text preview: wrinkles on your face, Giving your shoulder to your children, While struggle comes towards you. And the world that was helpless. Ill express your thoughts so vividly that it will bring tears to the eyes of the world that was helpless. Hundred pages will be the novel so the world could read of you caring mother. Sitting with your head resting on your hand, the wrinkles on your face, Giving your shoulder to your children, While struggle comes towards you. And the novel will rip so the crippled world Now Will know What stress is in the Depression. The world That was helpless. I am not a general But I will scream a battle cry for millions of soldiers so they will fight the crisis of the world. The world That was helpless. I Am Sorry That it was you And Not me....
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