Mothers Poem by Kay Boyle

Mothers



In the still of night
Have we wept,
And our hearts, shattered and aching
Have prayed.
In the cold, cold moonlight
Have we sobbed
And dreamed of what might have been.
And our hearts have bled from stabs
Given unheeding.
We are the women who have suffered alone -
Alone and in silence.

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Kay Boyle

Kay Boyle

St. Paul, Minnesota, United States
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