Color Collective Poem #2

Antique Lace-Benjamin Moore

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Soft pearls,

God’s beads wrapped inside

Your wrinkled –but sage

Hand.

Each prayer is a soft

Lullaby

Sung to me by the

Wisest of mockingbirds

Sung to me by the

Ancient mysterious

Angels

That seem to consume

All of your careful

Attention.

I drift off into a religious sleep

While you lull me with the

Devoted voice of an angel

Passionately praying

Hail Mary’s

Our Father

And the Glory Be.

I arouse with the sound of the rosary

Being wrapped around your

Oh so

Heavenly

Hand.

The words wrapped around my

Oh so

Innocent

Heart.

I smile,

A sad smile,

Because the luggage is waiting

In the back of a car.

A car that will detach me

From you.

And all that will be left

Are assumptions, questions,

Doubts.

I will ponder whether I will get to

See you again.

They say you forget,

They say you don’t understand,

But I know

You do.

You whisper in my ear

Something about a present,

You have for me.

So I help you walk,

While you weakly grasp

Onto your wooden cane.

I feel that sour pressure

In my nose, tears that are slowly

Climbing

So I swallow.

I swallow because it takes

One tear

For you to collapse.

I swallow.

Your bony

Shaky hand

Struggles to open the second drawer

So I help.

All I see is antique lace.

I never really thought about

It.

What your undies looked like,

I never really thought about

How fragile and angelic

They would be.

A red pouch emerges from all the lace,

And you carefully open up the rusty,

Worn out zipper.

A green 20 dollar bill touches my hand

And time stops when you hold

Each

And every one of my fingers.

The money means nothing me,

It’s you that matters,

It’s you that I want to hold on to.

I kiss your ancient forehead

And look into your watery eyes.

I swallow

Scared of what might become of you

Scared because every night

I will pray

Pray to the same God you are so

Devoted to

Pray for him to protect you.

Because I want to make sure

That no matter where I go

You’ll still be there

Waiting for me 

to return.

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