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Woman, Full Circle
Rocking back and forth
holding pieces of yesterday,
the babe in my arms,
my soul
shall never let go
If grow ye must
then wither I will
No longer shall I nurture
motherhood's usefulness
now dry, like bone
Created woman
for creation's purpose
Given life, to give life
What greater purpose
could there be
Life has come full circle
Woman, born of woman
became woman and bore woman
Circle complete
My soul weeps
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holding pieces of yesterday,
the babe in my arms,
my soul
shall never let go
If grow ye must
then wither I will
No longer shall I nurture
motherhood's usefulness
now dry, like bone
Created woman
for creation's purpose
Given life, to give life
What greater purpose
could there be
Life has come full circle
Woman, born of woman
became woman and bore woman
Circle complete
My soul weeps
10/02
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Woman, Full Circle
Woman, Full Circle
