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MOTHERHOOD

Her grown up face, 
Bears a thoughtful grace.
Her warm bosom,
Awaits to welcome, 
A wanted guest,
On her laps to rest, 
Restless, though happy she seems, 
As her heart broods fairy dreams.
Her speech sweater from the lapse of years-
With a wife's love, and a mother's fears!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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