There is a tearjerker, mother related, that I remember only as a poem my mother used to recite when we were on long car trips. I don't know if it had ever been set to music. It was called "LITTLE BLOSSOM" and in it a mother sends her daughter to the bar to bring home her father, who--in a drunken rage--strikes her and kills her. The poem ends with lines to the effect that although the father was punished, the real villain was honored and rewarded "because he was licensed to sell." Anyone ever run across that one (it's mother-related because my mother used to recite it, just as "The Cremation of Sam McGee" is father related: it was his contribution on the long trips.