She took a shaky breath
And allowed it to slip free.
There was nobody there-
But she had her rosary.
She’s being buried in a circle of rings.
She had no doubt of what death brings.
Never been a mother nor a mans wife.
She clung to the rosary as she let go of her mortal life.
She dedicated her life to god in a search for perfection.
She led a full life in our recollection.
Vows of poverty, chastity, and of obedience.
Helping others in need no matter the difference.
She held her post during a revolution.
If there was a problem- she had faith to find the solution.
Crossing over into a warmth of glorious light.
She had her wool socks on-
So she’ll be alright.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A heartfelt tribute. Liked it