FIRST FRIDAY

I

They have words
But few that I
Can understand

Having not yet
Achieved stillness
Enough to hear

At such depth

Tears well up
Overflowing down
Her sobbing face

I am on my knees
Again
She is in my arms

There is nothing more
I can say but
Pray silently

Into her abandonment

"Thank you"
She whispers

II

He looks out
From eyes that shine

And smiling lips
That utter these
Three words

"God bless you"

Breathing it like
A blown kiss

He falls asleep
And I am carried
Away


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