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Birth Mother II I try to picture her, a young, frail girl, hair brown, eyes blue, babe swelled, form full, she's worn and comes alone to bear her child, a whirl of confused thoughts leave her mind fear torn. Pain fills her mind and form constricted writhes, becomes a bow to arrow me to life; she pays Love's dues, a time of tearing tithes, within her body I become the knife. Removed from her, the papers signed, she leaves, a hole within her heart, a blackened shrine to Nature's needs denied; Through time we grieve she in her life, I at last in mine. I know that love within my heart still stays for that young girl who gave me life that day. |
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In Gratitude
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