Marriage can make mothers instantly,Opening a can of wellfed worms.The trick is to provide love patiently,Having faith in what one’s life affirms.Even at the nadir of neglect,Resented for the sin of merely being,‘Tis the common highway to respectSo to be one asks for no agreeing.Deeper far than anger there is need,A yearning that from anger can be freed,Yielding something simpler than one’s seeing.
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