Be strong girl call on the years
The grit
The strength of motherhood
The things that got you through
Old Joe was a candle for you
That never went out
Flames flicker
Old flames can burn a heart
But love lingers forever
And Robert Milton is here now
A gold strike in your sad life
Michael cries loudly
Alone
He knows not what you know
You cry alone
You know not what he knows
Call on god my dear mother
He owes you
He’ll give you Old Joes number
All is forgiven
In heaven you will finally be a queen
For the King Old Joe
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Hi, I love your poems they are so poignant! Do you happen to have a poem about Indigenous australian soldiers?