14 November 2005, 10:19 PM
This emesis prolonged itself
Long since void of aught
Except bile-bitterness
Involuntary spasms cease
Her hair
Not plastered to her face
Held gently by one hand
As another cools the burning of her brow
Mops away the salty seas
Ill-gotten tears
For which the hand that wipes them
Is not responsible
Though sorrowful
Yet gladly did this Father sit beside her
As she wept and all the wretched grieving
Would have kept behind her lips
Except his arms around her frame
Expelled and comforted the shame
Held before her face a glass
Reflecting for the child her name
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