The Single Mother
Somber readjustment's curve
lost sympathy, numbs the soul to serve,
that loitering giant, ridicule, its' verve
so filed away ~ injustice also swerve!
This parent of denounce,
who chanced God's word
still held onto a promise, her conserve
The Mother, soul's inclement meaning's nerve!
While modern image focused . . . . extraverts!
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