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Now and Then
Were all his wounds in front?
would ask a Spartan mother
concerning her dead son.
And found in an affirmative answer
her grief not lessened
but pride to help her.
My mother had her wounds
in front. She went to face things.
What though I wonder,
what would she now think
of me? my soul will show its share
of hurts, but where?