Marcia Schechinger Poems
- Praying Under White Oleander S... Wind blows through the ...
- Flight Home, A Clear Day Clefts of clouds settle ...
- Where Angels Rest Cool waves softly stretch breathing in the...
- Choked Particles of words dry upon my parched lips Your ...
- We Are Immortal Just before starlight sky and earth breathe ...
- He Craves The Night He craves the night bottled beer broken...
- Drunk On Sands Of Time I've studied my life in slow ...
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Praying Under White Oleander Skies
Wind blows through the screen
as breakfast cools by her bed
I touch her shoulder
Alone again you and I mother,
you must awake
so few summers left
Can you sit with me and we
will trace our moments
on yellowed paper
I clutch her wrist
she remains in dreams
eyes sealed weary with age
the racing in my heart
needs the ritual prayers of old
Shall we say a 'Hail Mary'
I lift her to sit
she gazes without smile
but obediently eats
eyes open weary with age
The wind blows ...