Christian poem 'Mother's Voice' by amy (Christart.com)

Mother's Voice
by amy

That time I could not comprehend,
That time I could not know,
That before I ever came,
I was meant to go.
I could only listen,
I couldn't understand,
That it was my death,
My mother planned.
Her voice was scared, soft,
Unlike any sound,
I could not leave her be,
Forced to stay around.
I wanted the chance to see,
My mothers face,
I never knew to her I was,
A disgrace.
It was that voice,
The voice of my mother,
Soft and serene,
Yet my murderer.

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