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Maybe there are mothers without children
On whom this day will smile out of love.
The name, perhaps, is honored by the burden,
However justified, or not, by blood.
Each love of children, even not one's own,
Reverberates throughout this world of stone,
Singing of what nothing else could prove.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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