Out the back
Baked bread
Working all hours for their advancement
She achieved it
A woman of character
Sturdy and proud
Lovingly tender
She has gone now
The way of all our mothers
They are flying away
Have already flown
That's the age we are
I bring my mother's bag
To the funeral bearing
Memory and respect
My own dignity
Sorrows of arrested breasts
Brotherly burdens borne
Trustfully
Not as heavy now
For we too are grown stronger
In confidence
In love
Being parents
Of another generation
Who will one day remember
In memoriam
In aeternam
Eternally
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