The Power of Mother’s Love

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I took the road less traveled,
The sky turned fiery, with a flash of light,
The clouds dark and deep, not a pretty sight,
And then I heard it, the roar of thunder!

The wind blew strong and hard,
And through the bough I saw the fawn,
Nurtured by the graceful doe,
I stood and stared, lost in thought,
When I heard, the boom of the gunshot!

The fawn had not yet weaned from the doe,
It trembled in the darkness,
Like never before,
The doe closed her eyes and grimaced!

The bullet pierced her tender heart,
Yet with a slumping gaze, it consoled the fawn,
Held her close, so she doesn’t fall apart,
Just the way all mothers react!



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