My Mother Was A Working Girl
By Quabben
My Mother Was A Working Girl You think you know the type? The times were hard, so many were poor In truth, not many had enough to eat or proper clothes to wear Hitler’s war had took its toll Thousands never did come home Nations stripped of fine young men Families left in dire distress My Mother Was A Working Girl No father then had I Working hard for bills to pay She did the time, twelve hours a day on a factory floor six days a week I never will forget my past When I grew up so young Pride swells my heart when telling you My Mother Was A Working GirlI wish I had written this when she was still alive Written January 20th, 2002 © on Jan 20 2002 02:21 AM PST 18 • 0 • 12
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