Motherhood
A mother strives to love her child,
To shield it from the woes and cares,
The strife and hardship man endures.
The world is full of traps and snares
That Mother always frights away,
The evil beast that haunts our dreams.
We run to her in times of need
But turn away when she needs us.
March 1984
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