VisitationA Poem by NeilSHowe
SHE FOUND ME A CORNER/
AN EMPATHETIC EAR/ AND CARING TOUCH/ SHE FOUND ME CRYING/ OF CRIMES COMMITTED/ AND 'SINS' SHE CALLED THEM/ CARRIED IN MY EYES/ YES/ A COP WAS HIT BY MY ROCK/ AND DIED OF MY PROTEST/ AND SHE FOUND ME A CORNER/ SAT ME DOWN/ WASHED MY FACE/ SPEAKING SOFTLY/ OF GOD/ IN WHICH I WILL NOT BELIEVE/ BUT SHE HELD ME/AS NO-ONE ELSE DID/ SO IT DOES NOT BOTHER ME/ HER GOD/ SHE WILLINGLY STANDS FOR HER FAITH/ AND WILL ALWAYS HAVE MINE. -NSH © 2017 NeilSHowe |
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Added on March 17, 2017 Last Updated on March 17, 2017 Tags: Poem, visitation, catholic, nun, prison AuthorNeilSHoweChicago, ILAboutTriDisciplinary Visual Artist, Recording Artist and Poet. Living in Chicago. more..Writing
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