Oh Mother, how do I find thee
As I mould myself into my working life
Oh Mother, how do I find thee
Among the concrete earth and towering glass and steel
Oh Mother, how do I find thee
As I play the obedient child in the world of money and profit
Where among this barren world of commerce and sales
Do you hide among the suits and ties
Mother, don’t forsake me, stay near to my heart as
I traverse the perils and pitfalls of my working life
by Linda Mansberger


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