Motherhood: All Love Begins And Ends There.

Escape Me? Never, Beloved! While I Am I, And You Are You.

God Smiles As He Has Always Smiled; Ere Suns And Moons Could Wax And Wane, Ere Stars Were Thundergirt, Or Piled The Heavens, God Thought On Me His Child; Ordained A Life For Me, Arrayed Its Circumstances, Every One To The Minutest; Ay, God Said This Head This Hand Should Rest Upon Thus, Ere He Fashioned Star Or Sun.

What Of Soul Was Left, I Wonder, When The Kissing Had To Stop?

Must In Death Your Daylight Finish? My Sun Sets To Rise Again.

Who Knows Most, Doubts Most.