A mother in labor rest in bed she lay.
Memories of experiences to start another day.
For this child thier memories will come later on.
Of thier experiences in life they will travel apon.
Memories of experiences the mother will share.
With this child of truth to love and care.
This truth the child is taught and learned.
Will grow and change as the child discerns.
As thier experience in memoeries lay under thier feet.
Through thier struggles, successes and seeming defeats.
Hopefully in life to be directed and guided.
In memories of experiences devinely united.
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