Mothers bore you; knew you as sons only
I put you to sleep when you were older, poor lovers;
Said good-bye; did the proper part of forgetting;
I who bore no sons remember you gently.

The time needs men—by me unborne, never begotten,
When men have urgent business, women grow lonely.
Some are better than others….Some die in battle.
And some are begetting sons the future will praise.