
Wounds that wont heal!They miss them in every mealAnd they miss them when wounds don't healThey miss not only their smileBut also their nagging once a whileThey remember every scolding and each wordWithin which love bloomed and bredThey miss them when they toss in bedAnd think of the broken threadWhen the world seems to sleepWho would see the moist eye which weepsTheir reminders to read duasTheir worries and concern everThey remember them on...