Years I remember on bended knee
unseen, unknown, who was nothing to me
just a name on a paper, a wife or a mother
some times I cared, sometimes I stared at the wall.
I laughed at the adults making indian noises
wondered at the tears till they became mine
some one is praying I'm sure she supposes
another foot growing, bends all my fingers & levels my spine
With weighty heart I come to pray
I'm tired now and used to the hall
feet and responsibility have dampened my day
some times I care, some times I stare at the wall
Today is rough, it's the day you died
I can't remember if I begged till I cried
was I desperate enough, was I daily there
did I pull enough weight, or carry my share
And wondering now who looks at that gauge
will you see me with gladness, or should I try to look small
cause when your name was passing that page
was I really caring, or simply staring at the wall.
For Victoria Esperanza Manzanera Serran, the person longest on the prayer list who passes away 18th of march 2007
2 comments:
Convicting and, sad to say, too true! Did you see the blog they put up in memory of her? I just came across it today.
http://loving-memory-victoria.blogspot.com
yes I've seen it.
I think I got used to the fact that she would always recuperate at the last possible minute.
this poem is not a great work of poetry and not meant to be judged in that sense.
I hoped we could all revaluate our intercessory pray habits
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