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Motherhood

She Came Home crying Fountains flowing from her lonely eyes Sorrow, the beauty that ever met her eyes She came home crying She lie down thinking Of her children, who are yet germinating And her hopes, in them germinating She lie down thinking She knelt down praying Her hope is dead, no human consolation In the church, her source of consolation She knelt Down praying ©? Eduardo De Bosco

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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