A woman who loses her child
dies a thousand deaths
dies a thousand hard regrets
changes for ever as if never she
could find rejoice in her next born
fathoms of hope and thunder thorn
she needs love, understanding
and to find her own forgiveness
for being alive, moving on
and love and live will strengthen her
and make her much more beautiful
and grace be with her for standing tall,
and grace be with her for standing tall. M
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