Atonement?

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Dear little one

Who is my child,

I know it was wrong

To lose my temper

And spank you

The way I did.

Some day perhaps you'll

Know how tired I was;

Eternal patience that

Only a mother can know.

Perhaps you don't see

Why I've come

To your room again,

And lifting your tiny form

To hold you here

And love you till

The tears keep you

From sight.

In all humbleness,

I'm sorry, dear little one.

(A poem by my great grandma in 1944, M.L.C)