Love of a mother

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Bright eyed and inquisitive. Every

sight and smell is a wonder. Each

new experince is a glory for him.

I watch as he rediscovers the mysteries

of life as if he was the ver first. He is

generous and free with his love and

affection, not old enough to be embarresed.

His fur is soft and violet, his

marking strong and not yet faded into

obscurity. With each fresh breath he breathes

life into my tierd and old frame, making the

familiar interesting again, now that it is

repainted with his exuberance. So innocent and

sweet he has no need to fear the world.

Bright eyed and inquisitive, he was

the joy of my world. All is dark and desolate

now. My child was snached from me by the unfeeling

glare of the sphere. Never again will I feel his

warmth or the love of his embrace. My fruit has been

taken before it could blossum, what was so sweet

is now rotten.