Mother's Sonnet

Mother's Sonnet

A sonnet of courage soared through the stars
For a dying mother with no daughter
For the life, she birthed within her arms
Gave no relief for that which befell her

A scruple of time in her hour of need
Could not match a lifetime of misery
The anguish began for every misdeed
And her daughter considered no mercy

For the purgatory was her blessing
In comparison to her daughter's pain
With a deathbed regret always being
A daughter and a mother with no name

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