Poem - It Is Not Growing Like A Tree
It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fell a log at last, dry, bald and sere: A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauty see, And in short measures life may perfect be. Ben Jonson
Supporting anyone affected by the death of a baby and promoting research to reduce the loss of babies’ lives
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5 April 2019
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