She Never Knew

I was nineteen and oh so green
About the ways of death.
It was the year I felt the fear
When Dad took his last breath!

My mother cried the day he died
And I became the one
To help her through the pain she knew,
With all That could be done.

I felt that need so she'd succeed
While coping with her life
That had become both sad and numb
As mother and as wife.

She slowly found her way around
Her sadness so profound,
So that's when I began to cry
With tears of muffled sound!