Russian Mother

She sings dictated lullabies

To the man child on her breast.

Her eyes, deep, haunted pools

Where sunlight never dances,

Hold no rest.

Her lips though word-obedient

Falter on the rim

Of atheist-thought to mutely sing

Of Him.

Holding her small man closer

(Her love must reach

His soul to give assurance

Of the God she dare not teach.)

Flames of high white fire

Glint her eyes--above the clod--

Perhaps her son will sire

Giant-minded free men

Who walk with God.