Into the world you came, and I was
dumb,
Because "God did it," so the wise ones
said;
I wonder sometimes "Did you really
come?"
And "Are you truly . . . DEAD?"
Thus you went out — alone and uncaressed;
O sweet, soft thing, in all your infant
grace,
I never held you in my arms, nor pressed
Warm kisses on your face!
But, in the Garden of the Undefiled,
My soul will claim you . . . you, and
not another;
I shall hold out my arms, and say "MY
CHILD!"
And you will call me "MOTHER!"
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Beautiful
The silent grief of a Mother who lost a child
The thought that they would meet again was her
consolation in life
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Sadness
This is most beautiful. They will meet one day and then there will be som epeace -
Powerful words
As if from the grave a mother speaks again to say, "Yes, this mother is holding her child." Like a note from heaven to say... love never dies. See, here we are.
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