A Sisterhood Apart

I often think that had a mother been
The hostess there that evening at the inn,
There would have been no question of a stall,
She would've found someplace within her hall
For Mary to lay down her weary head.
Perhaps she would've given her own bed,
And in the cradle of her own small son,
She might have placed, that night, the Holy One.
Not with the thought of harboring a king
Or any hope of gain her act might bring,
But from the simple goodness of her heart...
...For mothers are a sisterhood apart.

-- Nina Stiles
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