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different times along life's way

I've stumbled and I've strayed

the black and white of good and evil

at times in my life have grayed

sometimes my life is hard

and I've hardened along the way

callous have my hands

and callous did my heart

I felt strong and stood alone

swallowed pain with out a groan

I shrugged off love and shrugged off pain

just like they were the same

until I knew nothing of tender things

and I nearly forgot my name

but buried so deep inside of me

something better did remain

but to find my way, to find my faith

would take an act of fate

standing in a grocery line

on a day that I worked late

with distainful looks for eyes

that strayed my way

stuck in a line that didn't move

today's just not my day

behind this woman and her child of maybe two or three

they talked to pass the time

as they waited in the line

and I began to listen

it helped my time pass too

the more they talked, and the more I heard

and the more I tried to hear

about the weather and her school

and what daddy liked to eat

and this and that and everything

there chatter was so sweet

it turned my mind back and my heart

as I remembered when I rode in the cart

I never knew it happened

but a tear rolled down my cheek

and I was somewhere lost in time

before life seemed so bleak

mommy why is that man crying

were the next words

I heard that sweet child speak

she turned to look and smiled at me

and suddenly I felt so weak

and asked are you okay

I nodded yes, because I could not speak

and turned back to her child

and said he must be sad

she leaned around her mother

to have another see

then with the sweetest little girl smile

she said its okay to cry, to me

I wiped my tear and I smiled back

and she smiled harder like she knew

that she had eased my worried mind

and she did, she helped me to remember

children are so precious and a mothers love so kind

I called my mom when I got home

and talked for an hour that night

the whole time I was wishing

that she could still hold me tight

my first love and truest love

my beautiful sweet mother

her love means more

to me than could any other