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she cried as she peered into the cradle

despondent because she was unable to aid this

poor babe in such said, sweet distress

though no excuse could she let transgress

give me strength she managed to beg through her

tears

to the divine force that gave her the wisdom that

this was indeed what would be best

and so she fled leaving behind the ridicule of her

peers

this wary mother of sorts

never could she bare their vulgar retorts

so she left her child behind in attempt to better

herself

this would likely be the chosen guess

the only question in the grim equation to ask is

was losing one's flesh and blood necessary in the

rebuilding of the nest

not to the child

marred by her departure I'll bet................

(April 10, 1996)