At Midnight Mass

Beneath her neck-scarf the wattled wrinkles
And another to cover her wispy white hair.
Her bird-brittle arms in the wings of a shawl
And trembling hands holding on to a prayer.
A black dress that will be her burial pall,
But not yet – there is faith, not despair
As she bends, tries to kneel and not fall.
In her eyes a young lovely girl twinkles.




Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2010-12-25 at 14:46

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ngaio Beck
Bittersweet. I've seen it,(as I'm sure we all have) Thank You
2011-01-03


Nancy Sikora
I loved the alliteration in the first four lines and the image of the "trembling hands holding on to a prayer."
2010-12-31


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
A beautiful vignette; the spirit remains willing, though the flesh has become weak.
2010-12-30


Nils Teodor The PoetBay support member heart!
Very beautiful
Though the body is old
the spirit is fresh
2010-12-26



Excellent motion picture in poetic script! I was captivated by the way this work of art rolled its way from my head to heart. One wonderfully written heartfelt scene. Art in the form of poetry. Thanks for sharing the prayers in the golden years of one's life.
2010-12-26


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
I can see her vividly and know her well!

God bless her, her sisters and brothers; they are us.

Merry Christmas!

Joe
2010-12-25