Poetry
Thursday, April 24, 2014
That day will come
When your son is small
You comfort him with a breast
As he grows
Your arms
When he can say
Mamma help me
Your lap
Taller than you
A hug
There will come a time
When his father says
Mamma help me
And I can not
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