An old woman's abacus
By barrowlass
A year for each womb-bound child, A year for each child who died, A year for the husband gone off to war, A year for the nights she cried. A year for the worries, A year for the songs, A year for the joys, A year for the wrongs. A year for the hugs, A year for the kisses, A year for the memories, which she never misses. Written September 5th, 2001 © on Sep 05 2001 04:16 AM PST 0 • 9
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