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There is no worse grief than that of a parent who loses a child- there is a hole in the air, a shadow at the table, an intolerable feeling of missing that accompanies the childless parent wherever he goes.

I was enchanted by the first thirty or forty lines, but then it just became a little too long for me. My attention span in my old age couldn't handle it.

We may wave at will for each other's ear, Of that life, and that love, and that early doom, The tale which is shadowed here: To us alone it will always be As fresh as our on misery; The death of an infant, the pain the parents suffer, so vividly penned. A true picture. Of deep sorrow. Well written. Thanks for sharing.