Where Do Mothers Go To Cry?

WHERE
DO
MOTHERS
GO TO CRY?

Where do mothers go to cry
When there's no money for food to buy...
Or when worn out so big with child
Her clothes thread-bare her hair so wild?

Where do mothers go to cry
When other laugh at her sad sigh
Because it's all become too much
And mock, "Her Faith is such a crutch."

Where do mothers go to cry
All sanitized they pass her by
And talk about her sloppy house
"And does she ever change that blouse?"

Where do mothers go to cry
With many babes upon her thigh
And older ones to clothe and feed
Who somtimes fight - her heart does bleed.

Oh, where do mothers go to cry
When tired at night she asks God, "Why?"
Then strong her husband pulls her nigh...
And kisses her...now she can cry.