The hidden mothers vigil keep
In mirrored break of soul
And from the darkest secret deep
Draw strength to play their role.
Mid flowers white and flowers red
Sentiment and lace
They pass a silent day of dread
Behind a stony face.
And in my heart of hearts, I weep
The ache of empty arms.
The hidden mothers vigil keep —
Please hold them safe from harm.
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