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

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