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All over the world women are praying empty-handed: some for a crust of bread to feed their children some for escape from bad husbands some for money to be independent but mostly they pray for peace Iraqi women empty palms uplifted supplicating to Allah in Arabic and in Afghanistan their sisters do the same in Pashtu and Nuristani and in America women too are praying: mothers of military wives killed at Fort Bragg by husbands returned from Afghanistan (and maybe soon headed for Iraq) hands that once dandled young daughters now empty. (December 2, 2002) · · · · · ·
Sabina Becker is a poet and a writer who lives in Cobourg, Ontario with her computer, her books and her cats. You can see more of her work at http://www.sabinabecker.com. This is Becker's first contribution to Swans. Do you wish to share your opinion? We invite your comments. E-mail the Editor. Please include your full name, address and phone number. If we publish your opinion we will only include your name, city, state, and country. Please, feel free to insert a link to this poem on your Web site or to disseminate its URL on your favorite lists, quoting the first paragraph or providing a summary. However, please DO NOT steal, scavenge or repost this work without the expressed written authorization of Swans. This material is copyrighted, © Sabina Becker 2002. All rights reserved. No part of this material may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the publisher. |
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