Death Is A Mother

Death is a mother

The most covetous of all

She has a plate at her table

Come spring or come fall

She is kind to some

To others, strict and stern

And you do as she says

A fact that you shall learn

Death is the mother

To life, and rightly so

And whenever she beckons

Into her arms, we must go

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