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Yesterday, we breathed the softest pains.
My child, she wept near unseen stains
while watching animation’s plot:
A web-fed mother’s power drains.

And I, by chance, those feelings caught
as silent tears – the purest draught
of love in flow from heartwards bend
to mend another’s broken lot.

What subtle joy, with this amend :
I see this empathy’s portend –
a gracious life from my descend
will bear this strength to man’s ascend!

(Submitted for OpenLinkNight at dVersePoets)