I am searching for the poem, which addresses my life. It should be a carefully written simple device. Started when I just came about, after mother’s torrid labor and delivery. Simple with steps, and verse that wept, with strong inheritance.
Not to wordy or ongoing as it might, but with a type of shared limiting to enhance this passage of right. Don’t know where this world might be such a poem, perhaps it is written with
my life, or scribed in a stone?