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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