Poem -
Misery at its largest
Two women sit on withered park bench
One holding a baby the other an unidentified bundle
When the baby cries his mother dreads
But the bundle owner dreams of the small life
She could have had
If only a little more strength
If only a little more luck
He is gone and so is her faith
But still she clutches his blanket
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