Kaye B. Aquilizan

(Concord, California, USA)

The Rosary

Vividly I remember
When he gave the rosary to me
The night was late in a bleak December
His tears profusely, freely flowing.
"My dear" he whispered, "wear this with grace,
Against the onrushing enemies,
Remember, recite the fifteen mysteries,
God will listen to your entreaties."
We parted with heavy hearts but hopefully,

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