The mother’s maw is open wide,
to suckle fingerlings,
and draw within the drifting child,
to save and sacrifice.
From moments of creation drawn
the urge to hold and care,
the newborn soul of endless life,
in hope and in despair.
She brings us all to birth and then,
protects with love and fear,
until the day of blackness brings
destruction yet again.
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