Poetry
While gentle refrains, lilting, relieve
The tender pains presumed so deep:
Those scraped on knees of infancy,
Poignantly does doting Ma perceive
Time sifting headlong through its sieve.
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Courtesy R.M Perris
Painting - Ivana Kobilca, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons