The Silent Prayer.

...and mostly she cried
 for her mother,
 her small, gentle mother,
 who prayed fervently
 into the night.

 Her kind, strong mother,
 who wept silently
 till her eyes ran dry.

 Her quiet, mild, mother,
 who smiled a smile,
 which no longer
 reached her eye.

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