brought home that day.
She wrapped him tightly,
a little bundle, tucked away.
A child would grow,
learning through his mistakes.
She handled him softly,
teaching him, leading the way.
A man he became,
Tall and handsome, they say.
She watched him change,
as her hair grew thin and grey.
A child was born,
they didn't see what he became.
Because she was afraid,
to bring him home that day.
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