Classic Poem

In former days my father and mother
Abandoned me dead, lacking breath
Or life or being. Then one began,
A kinswoman kind, to care for and love me;
Covered my with her clothing, wrapped me in her raiment
With the same affection she felt for her own;
Until by the law of my life's shaping
Under alien bosom I quickened with breath.
My foster mother fed me thereafter
Until I grew sturdy and strengthened for flight.
Then of her dear ones, of daughters and sons,
She had the fewer for what she did.