#mothermary
Oh how it must itch-
The lady whose body is
Covered in hard plaster.
Finely carved face of alabaster.
The miracle maiden!
The matriarch with
The eternal smile
Could never feed
A hungry child
The dress she wears is a
Skin tight suit.
Shield atop shield.
Even in the heat.
her sweet baby ****
Burning beneath
Layers upon layers.
Prayers upon prayers
Would only save her.
Jul 21, 2023
Jul 21, 2023 at 5:11 PM UTC
*we drove by saint mary's all the time.
and this was no different today,
than the last,
but I saw mary,
in the window that night,
and it was all a flash as we drove by,
as I said we did all the time,
but this time,
I saw the ****** in the night,
each and everyday I wonder,
why did I see her,
why didn't I greet her,
I wonder why she was there,
or if she was as scared,
as me,
I question myself everyday,
like did you really see,
Mother Mary?
I cannot explain what I saw,
Mary had not spoken to me,
as she just appeared to me for a moment,
as I was shocked to see her disappear so quickly,
the view of the hospital window she was in was fading,
I clutched a set of my grandmother rosary beads she gave me to fix,
in my hands there all I felt the whole car ride back,
as I kept bringing back the image of Mary,
and her outstretched hands,
the silhouette won't fade from my memory,
I constantly try to find out why,
she decided to appear to me,
we drive by saint mary's all the time,
and I look for her in the window before it fades away,
as we drive by,
and I haven't seen the room light up,
since the time she appeared to me,
but I will still wait for her every time we drive by.*
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 1:50 PM UTC