Rock breaks rock, wind and water corrode the land,
The babe tears from the mother, with a cry of demand.
Diamonds cut glass, and mountains grind to dust,
The mother trudges through the pain because she must.
The hand that feeds is bitten beneath baleful eyes,
Why from the mother’s love does hatred arise?
Irritating sand in the clam becomes the pearl,
So is the hope for my abrasive little girl.
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