21g is the weight of the soul,
21g we lose at the end of our fight,
and 21g I send now flying towards you.
I see the face of the baby before it is born,
and its soul nothing but a blank slate,
on which so much is yet to be written.
A blank slate I search for to start afresh,
free from my faults and failings.
Will you forgive me seventy times seventy ?
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