Sunday, December 22, 2013

Sunday Poem: Only Me, Only Mary



Sometimes I watch him
crucified,
this child of mine,
a son nailed high
by the demons inside
us all, skin
bloody shredded
by his own
people, by his own
by his own
by his own
oppressors.

Sometimes
I watch him bleed
the salty drops
of blood and metal
water,
rust in the palms
of his hands, and I
only want
to save him.
I want to be
his savior.

But I am only me,
only mother,
only Mary
at the foot
of his cross.

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