The Joyless Mother Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

The Joyless Mother



The joyless mother, is cold
Every kind act motivated,
by youthful guilt, made old.
Her birth now weighs, upon
my brow, she was not in, joy
freely given, those fires unlit.
The joyless mother, grown old.
Her heart of coal, man no joy.
Never passed on to the other.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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