“Children are the anchors that hold a mother to life.” -Sophocles
Encompassing branches of intimate compassion,
Gnarled of empathy, benovelence consumed.
Solacing boughs, sheltering exposure, malign;
Deprived bosom, solicitous thought, caven in.
Desecrating the magnititude of Nature, Itself
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