|Eleanor Kennedy||John W. Kennedy|
They taunt me and tease me and pull at my hair.
They work me from morning’s first light.
I only have ragged old dresses to wear
And ashes to sleep on at night.
Sometimes I pretend that it's not really real,
That Mother will come back some day.
But then I remember the sadness I feel,
And my dreams slowly wither away.
My stepmother's manners are quite a disgrace,
A terrible woman is she.
O Mother, that creature cannot take your place;
She won't be a mother to me.
But here in your grove I feel closest to you.
Oh, here is your spirit indeed.
O Mother, I wish you were here with me, too,
With me here, in my hour of need.
Copyright © 2002 by John & Eleanor Kennedy. All rights reserved.