Emmanuel George Cefai
I Brought My Mother The Walking Aid. - Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
I brought my mother the walking aid.
I saw the dusk upon her face.
Why mother? asked I
Is it not good for you?
I paid for it myself to
see you rise from bed.
She replied not; alas I turned
away from her flushed ashen
And night had come and deepened.
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