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Bright Morning Stars

By John I. Blair

Where are our dear mothers?
And our dear fathers, where?
Not in the kitchens or the fields.

I looked in the shadows
Of the shops and factories
But could not see them there.

Through the churches,
Offices and schools I went;
All that greeted me was darkness.

Our bright morning stars
Have vanished now,
Nor will they shine again.

But their light
Still flickers in our memories,
Making the night more bearable.

2006 John I. Blair


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