In the Autumn of my life
My fingers thumb across
The round blue beads of my rosary
Given to me by my Dad and Mom
In the Springtime of my life
As my fingers smooth over the beads
My lips whisper those familiar prayers
Comforting ones I’ve grown to love as I age
I look down at hands
cradling each bead
As I glide along
In serene rhythm
That gives my soul peace
That lays like cotton around my heart
Remembering how I first learned these prayers
With my Dad and Mom so long, long ago
I miss them since they were gathered up by God
My rosary comforts me with its Mysteries
By knowing that I too
Will soon be gathered up
And will share in our real Home.
About the Creator
Rulam Day
In another life I was a pirate, a race car driver, and a spy. But those are stories for another time. Rulam Day is an anagram of my name, Mary Daul. I publish under both.
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