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Some Stuff I Wrote and Some Stuff I Didn't (2011) H. Morris Williams

She has combed and brushed her night-dark hair.

And bathed rose petals sweet,

And drawn white gloves on her small brown hands,

And white shoes on her feet.

The mother smiled to know her child

Was in the sacred place,

But that smile was the last smile

To come upon her face.

For when she heard the explosion,

Her eyes grew wet and wild.

She raced through the streets of Birmingham

Calling for her child.

She clawed through bits of glass and brick,

Then lifted out a shoe.

"Oh, here’s the shoe my baby wore,

But, baby, where are you?"

By Dudley Randall (b. 1914)

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