Curtains flutter over the nursery sill,
Waiting for their mother to find
The coverlet tossed aside, hanging still,
Patiently expecting mother to right the spill,
The beds, empty, the windows, the open kind;
Stars twinkle, restlessly above,
for their mother to kiss them goodnight,
As a girl sits alone, tickled by lilac and foxglove,
Without her darling boys like...
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