Betty is this it
 Be strong girl call on the years
 The grit
 The strength of motherhood
 The things that got you through
Old Joe was a candle for you
 That never went out
 Flames flicker
 Old flames can burn a heart
 But love lingers forever
And Robert Milton is here now
 A gold strike in your sad life
Michael cries loudly
 Alone
 He knows not what you know
 You cry alone
 You know not what he knows
Call on god my dear mother
 He owes you
 He’ll give you Old Joes number
 All is forgiven
 In heaven you will finally be a queen
For the King Old Joe
Hi, I love your poems they are so poignant! Do you happen to have a poem about Indigenous australian soldiers?