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Jahr-
The search . . .
The mourning . . . .
Through cloudy skies, she’s looking down;
A furrowed brow, an anxious frown . . .
Her love still warm, below her breast,
Her broken heart won’t let her rest,
With anguish . . only a mother would know,
When torn from her child, before it has grown.
The clouds will soon pass, so she may find,
The little girl she left behind . . .
She had such hopes for her, such dreams –
The years to give, so few! It seems
They fluttered by like a gentle dove . . .
But she bequeathed a wealth of love,
Of hope, of truth, of will to live
In such a little time to give . . .
(So helplessly she departed,
When my life had barely started)
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