Not in My Name did you carry Them –
To your Potters Field.
Not in My Name did you cincture your flounces-
In Chastity and Poverty.
Not in My Name blind to the stigmata of the Christ-
As you marked Their place with rusty nails.
Not in My Name-
Will you seek forgiveness.
There cannot be a mother who has not failed to be
dragged through the emotions of the
Mothers of the Stolen 9000 babies in
Catholic Ireland (between 1922-1998) torn from their
breast and as an Irish mother I grieve for those
babies and I dedicate these words to Them.