She irritates you
so you choose
to sit next to her
in recreation,
allow the irritation
to bring in,
like a screaming child,
that special love
beyond the norm,
listen to her moans
and groans as if they
were music to your ears.
She sighs at your attempt
to sew the stockings
of another nun,
and taking her sighs
as if they were prayers
you breathe them on their way,
finger the needle
through the wool
more carefully,
as if the Blessed ****** herself
were then to wear,
you gaze upon the nun
like one in love,
not glare.
She fingers her rosary
and clutters her beads
quite noisily, mumbling
her prayers like a child
stomping the stairs,
but you hear the music
in the beads clicking
and her mumbling voice,
a free concert
and no longer an irritation
to head nor nerves,
so you give it and her
the love she deserves.
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 1:26 PM UTC
She irritates you
so you choose
to sit next to her
in recreation,
allow the irritation
to bring in,
like a screaming child,
that special love
beyond the norm,
listen to her moans
and groans as if they
were music to your ears.
She sighs at your attempt
to sew the stockings
of another nun,
and taking her sighs
as if they were prayers
you breathe them on their way,
finger the needle
through the wool
more carefully,
as if the Blessed ****** herself
were then to wear,
you gaze upon the nun
like one in love,
not glare.
She fingers her rosary
and clutters her beads
quite noisily, mumbling
her prayers like a child
stomping the stairs,
but you hear the music
in the beads clicking
and her mumbling voice,
a free concert
and no longer an irritation
to head nor nerves,
so you give it and her
the love she deserves.
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