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Songs My Mother Sang
The songs were of chill and anguish,
Sad songs with wistful themes,
Telling of loss and longing,
Songs of uncertain dreams.
Wistful, anxious, plaintive,
Sung in the dark days of war,
As though no end to suffering
Would reach us evermore.
She sang of the wandering gypsies,
The old lady sweet and kind,
Of old Barbara Frietchie’s flag,
And the boys who were left behind.
But though her words were sombre
I knew as she held me tight,
Her clutch was so warm and tender
The darkness would turn to light.
Roland's Ragbag 