TENDER MERCY
Eloquent is her style
The dazzle of her smile
The façade she wears is thin
Don’t know what lies within
Her man’s no longer round
Asleep on some damn cloud
Can’t appear and just explain
Just how he brought them shame
Their kids one fine one not
In this deadly game of slots
Sometimes don’t understand
Why daddy dealt this hand
But mommy’s always there
She shares their common fears
Her kids always come first see
She calls this tender mercy.
© 2011 Lorraine Taylor
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Sis, this poem is soooooo beautiful. I've always loved the way you write poetry. you are an inspiration to me, as well as to others. Keep writing because there are many who can relate. Thank you sister for being a part of my life. Great writings.....Love you for life
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