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Feb 2013
Behind closed doors you do not see how she cares for three
A mother, her children, her whole life's work
From dawn till dusk, day after day
The best for them in every way is her soul purpose in this world
Granted all mother's are not like this, but who are you to interfere?
Self appointed village snout to dig in others business now
You chat and pass your poison on, all make believe as facts you've none
You curtains twitch you evil witch, you make it up to feel complete.
A man knocks, a family friend, but in your mind she's on the game
Another calls to fix a light, in your fantasy world he stayed the night
Are you so shallow yes so bereft ? Your purpose to destroy this nest
A parasite is all you are and yet you claim to have a heart
The authorities will always listen and their attent fueled you mission
How comforting it is to you, thou feel complete you've mixed a brew.
You got it wrong and all you've done is show her as a brilliant mum
All evil has a price you know, you may be old and need someone
A friend to pick you off the floor when the reaper visits your abode
Cry oh cry oh cry out loud, but no one comes to help you out
You burnt your bridges, no neighbour's love, no time for you do others have
Why you ask can this be so ? The answers simple and you should know

Because they don't look behind closed doors.
Written as a tribute to a Norwegian mother.
Micheal Wolf
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Micheal Wolf  On the edge of reason, UK
(On the edge of reason, UK)   
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