The worn rosary held in old dated hands . . . .
Fingered prayer beads through gnarled hands,
Long suffering prayers intoned rhythmically,
Fervent thanks given for redemptive suffering,
While I with no need of a God to meet this end
My insanity artfully sufficient in its own right
To create such pain whether redemptive or not . . . .
Notwithstanding the rational analysis,
I was not unmoved by the devout ritual.
This poem has helped me more
This poem has helped me more that you might suspect!
Starward-Led [in Chrismation, Januarius]
An addendum
An addendum to StarSpared's + 9TH POEMS: When Ma B-s---r Prayed Her Rosar.
Ironically, my mother was known to friends as "Mrs. B". I wrote this poem about her some time ago
Wow! Thanks for the mention,
Wow! Thanks for the mention, and I like the poem.
Starward-Led [in Chrismation, Januarius]