Consider a mother with her newborn infant
Yes, an emblem of optimism that never departs!
Bereavement may brand all we value
Yet this affection is positioned
Too profound to be besmirched
We define an internal turf where providence has smiled
Allowing the joy of construe play
Holding back all opposing responses
Like our thoughts might turn the hammatarn soft.
Regardless of the familiar parody of time

Whenever a child is born we dream afresh
For only so our losses are salvaged
Though we must share the providence of gunk
No ardor in our palette is more factual
Than that which cradles virtuousness unblemished