Mother dearest why were you not fairest?

 

Dearest,

It must of been hard, bearing her, carrying her, growing her in your womb.

It must of been hard when dearest father loved you never. It must of been hard when he thought not twice of what you were to deliver.

I frown, with no crown.

It must  of been hard, oh all of the long wintery nine months of hail. You wept et wept and yet no one cared when you were to have her.
But you did et to a child you never quite ever like ever, did quite love.
I would say out of the rest she were the best, yet you showed no care.

But like every tale there’s a fairy et most know there’s quite no mother like a Fairy God Mother.
So dearest mother, worldly mother,  oh darling mother…  did you regret your story so old, oui the one the lies that you told?
I know it must of been hard when Father walked out on you, crushing your gold, et the little girl she oh she grew weary et utterly cold and forsaken she felt  in this very world.
But her heart, her little heart dearest Mother et noblest father, her heart was, why it was pure as gold.

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Up writing a book on Mother why were you so bloddy cold

True book!

I kid not.

Your Writer,

RS