![\"Sweet](\"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/Sweet-Afton.jpg\")
<\/p>\n<\/p>\n
It was just another brand
\nJust another cigarette
\nNothing of which to be proud
\nOr noteworthy, but yet
\nTo those who with up have grown
\nAnd those who it have smoked
\nLament its passing in these tough times
\nAnd nostalgia it has provoked.<\/p>\n
It was my mothers cigarette
\nFor all the years when I was young
\nNo filters for her, oh no, no way
\nRaw tobacco upon the tongue
\nAnd I a child, on its boxes drew
\nPictures in my childish play
\nAnd an artist I was in my own mind
\nAs I drew in my boyish way<\/p>\n
Faces and cars and all sorts of things
\nCan captured imagination at the time
\nAnd on the front I read words of Burns
\nAnd his Sweet Afton rhyme.
\nAnd from these boxes, so simple design
\nI discovered of culture a part
\nOf which little interest in whom I might have shown
\nA love of Burns work it planted in my heart.<\/p>\n
And as the years on my mothers life
\nBattling hard and strong in frailer health
\nShe to time and to eternal sleep succumbed
\nAs Death steadily crept in by stealth
\nShe passed in her time, as all must do
\nAll things they come to an end
\nWithrawn were the cigarettes she so did love
\nWhile playing cards, to smoke,\u00c2\u00a0 the hours spend.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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