Women by Zora Cross

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My mother passed me with cold eyes

When I had sinned my sin.

My mother's gentle eyes were wise

And let no girl-sins in.

My little sister was but three

And knew not right from wrong.

She kissed my shame away from me...

I hid it in this song.

First published in The Australian Women's Mirror, 23 April 1929

Author reference sites: Austlit, Australian Dictionary of Biography, Old Qld Poetry

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