This one is just me…listening to music – no form or structure.
Betrayed she was
her heart
twas that of gold
nev’r a fine lass would you find
on dis eart’
he shamed her that he did
he ran off wid another
left a broken soul
she was left alone
to suffer
to plough the soil
to tend to crops
alone in dis world
a youngen she then bore
brought it life without a da
worked as cleaner
for coin to feed the poor
wee lad, hardship she
faced, no ‘elp from anyone
old before her time she is
battlin’ and providin’
for the little one
battlin’ the best she can
if only I could give her more….
Ramblings From A Mum 