She lost,
Her babe departed from her.
The quick division
Wounded her,
Dismayed her.
That deep wound sank her
In the ocean of tears.
She made a mournful cry
When she thought of a life
Without her child.
Her tears dried,
She was pulled back
From bemoaning,
Her loss dragged her
To distress.
Then,
Returned back to the memories
With a heavenly feelings,
A journey through
The infant's footprint
She recalls,
The existence of her life, -
memories, with lament.
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A journey through The infant's footprint She recalls, 10+