her empty eyes
stared at the belly
of the fullness of her womb
she
the child
she
the mother...
twelve
is such a gentle age
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CATEGORY
life
her empty eyes
stared at the belly
of the fullness of her womb
she
the child
she
the mother...
twelve
is such a gentle age
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jwins says: My goodness! the agonies of truth... |
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mlowe5 says: Indeed! A child of life...with life...in the agony of life...mothering life! Judge not the child; she is not Mary and the father is not our Father. There are so many like this child we must be as Grands to her and hers. Peace and Love. This was written so many moons ago. |
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mlowe5 says: Thanks, 2b2b2. Peace and Love. |
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