Do you remember,
That day,
She said to dismember,
Her dreadful prey? 

We didn’t understand,
But she helped us,
Held out a scarred hand,
Without a second thought or fuss. 

But still we ingnored,
How much she meant to us,
And we floored,
Her faithful plans.

But still she lied,
And told stories,
That helped our lonely cries,
She called us the floories,
Because of what we had done.

That woman was our mother,
Lonely as could be,
But she still didn’t bother,
To upset me.

Still I think,
Of my lost day,
And still I think,
I got my own way.

After all these years,
Nothing has changed,
Although your hairs,
Are old and aged,
You will stay with me,
From that day.