Somebody’s baby was buried to-day –
The empty white hearse from the grave rumbled back,
And the morning somehow seemed less smiling and gay
As I paused on the sidewalk while it crossed on its way,
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I have a vision to write like this, only if god would bless me enough to.h
I have a vision to write like this, only if god would bless me enough to.g
I have a vision to write like this, only if god would bless me enough to.fs
A well-written and respectfully delivered poem that sadly for some women(mothers) speaks for itself.