Within Her Arms
The love of a mother is so strong,
not to be compared to anything else.
She prostrated to the ground
sobbing,
trying to swallow the bitter truth
of her only child,Annette.
Within her Arms she held her tightly,
and in her eyes you could see
pain,sorrow and emptiness
of a mother losing her only child.
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