18/30 Prompt: Write About Being Somewhere Sacred You never drew a breath. Your lips, Perfectly pouted for a lifetime of kisses Remained sealed. I anointed you with the only precious oils I had available - Sweet almond, lavender, and lemon. I did not have silk, velvet, or brocade, But I used the Winnie-the-Pooh receiving blanket Someone gave your mother At her shower a month ago To wrap you against the kind of cold That was inevitable. When I placed you in her hands, She caressed you with the respectful, humbled passion Of a worshiper adoring the feet of a saints statue. You were as quiet as an icon. We stood with hushed devotion, As if waiting for you to weep tears of milk Like the ones that seeped through your mothers hospital gown. “Someone should pray,” she whispered. Since there was only the three of us in the room, And you had chosen to keep your secrets, I was the one who put my hand on your head And prayed, “Heavenly Father, we entrust this child back into Your loving care...”
Posted on: Sat, 19 Apr 2014 22:04:32 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015