Saving Mother

Looking at a picture of my Mother
on my bedroom wall
When she was so young, it was a time when
I did not know her at all

A pretty little woman with a flashy smile
It occurred to me that I should warn her
Dear Mother ! Run!  Run while you still can
For soon you shall meet the one we must call father

He will steal your happiness
And  shred your dreams with his unkind hands
He will come as a wolf in sheep's clothing
Then slowly in your life, start his cruel demands

You will shed many tears, as your gentle soul
Will not allow you to do more
Behind your smile you will hide your fear
Your broken heart will never again soar

Run! Take your youth, your gaiety and your beauty
with you, run while there is yet still time
I will understand if you stay in your youthful yesteryear
And leave your sorrowful future behind