Of love, there is not much today,
And what I’ve seen is truly mild,
For none could show as much pure love
As she who bore my only child.
The pain she suffered giving birth
To someone who’s so young and wild
Whom I will grow to love as much
As she who bore my only child.
Her love for me I’ll never doubt.
Forever it stands unbeguiled,
For none has ever shown such love
As she who bore my only child.
Oct. 28, 1981
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