Every Part
As one sits quietly, and wipes her tears,
another is facing her silent fear.
Listening to the words of spoken pain,
another is giving her baby a name.
A mother will love, with every inch of her heart,
that child will always, fill, every part.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2007
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