We forgot, and confined her

to the convent yard,

and chastity's grave.

We forgot, and ordained her

to stare at stone walls

down windowless days.

We forgot, we barred and withered

her womb, denied her the ardor

of one white-tipped wave.

We forgot, and expelled her

to a place where no mountain,

or hill, breasts the sun.

We forgot, and condemned her

to die a loving mother

languishing unborn.

We will free her from remoteness

when we claim the key

that lets remembrance in.