Before the day can overwhelm
By child-side, she is filling up
To drown the dust of duty realms
Her children’s heart, the purest cup
That hold her seeds of endless dreams
She sips their love of nourishment
They darn and sew her lonesome seams
Her nest with them… well spent
Lovedmadlydeeplymuchly…Papa
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