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He kidnapped my Mother
He took her away
It happened so quickly
That one summer day
No time to scream
Or even to cry
No time for hugs
Or kisses goodbye
Into our life
He crept like a Thief
He’s stolen my Mother
And left only grief
I can’t find my Mother
She’s not anywhere
But there’s an old woman
Who sits in that chair
She’s not my Mom
The one I once knew
She’s never happy
Or funny – just blue
The Thief took no jewels
No silver or cash
He just stole my Mother
And left in a dash
He stole her fine mind
And her memory book too
He left just a shell
Of the Mom I once knew
The Thief left my mother
Mentally broke
The Thief has a name
His name is A STROKE!
©2005 Joy Viren Murphy
