Oma’s Song

Soft as a whisper each morning
she glides through each room
tired eyes upturned and 
seeking stars in the sky

Hail Mary, full of Grace, the Lord is with thee…

The days lament of ten begins
with the rising of the sun
arthritic hands pressed together
each rosary pearl lovingly held

Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name…

Feet move softly over marble to carpet
her nightly dance commences
touching each cross as she sings
softly, reverently…

Segne meine Familie und ihre Kinder und ihre Kindeskinder alle Tage ihres Lebens.