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By my mother there I lie
Watching the life drain from her eyes
For there I sat until day came
Wondering if I was to blame
For my mom had found the note
Tucked into the pocket of my father’s coat
As she skimmed the page
Her eyes filled with despising rage
As he came home she took a knife
And as he entered took his life
And as he lay, blood pooling on the floor
She reached into his nightstand drawer
Over his body there she stood
And with one shot she was gone for good
For she had found the one true release
And now they lie there resting in peace