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Reg wished me to go with him to the field,
I paused because I did not want to go;
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Beneath ist breast my mother lies asleep! Nice piece of work.
A soul searching experience to the readers about motherhood.
What a touching way to say, one's mother is gone and she is embraced by nature very fondly lovingly. Exquisitely worded poem. Simply fantastic. x
'Although the only one I loved was gone...' You said in Your poem And this is always True Oh, Claude You lost Your mother Your Only Beloved She was Unreplaceable You Poems are as well...
The scene before and after the death of his mother has been captured by the poet with complete solemnity, reverence and gratitude. Thank you, Dear Poet.