(roses, image by karolyn83, on Pixabay)
Rosary I sit holding a bouquet of rosaries from my Mother’s belongings. One for each day in a week.
I twist them around my hand
to see the pattern
of my mother’s prayers.
I know the story of most of them. First communion,
and one for the birth
of each child
including the one in heaven.
The beads melt into tears
as I recall how many times
I was the rosary intended.
they adorn my bedpost. I pick one and start
the circle litany
until I reach the end
which is the beginning...
This is the time to restore relations with family and friends. I reach out to my Creator as I feel the wonders of this season of life. My attitude evolves to become a part of the whole. Recalling past divisions, I seek to mend. Finally, I have reconciled to living this day with joy and hope. Reconciliation.
Carol Farnsworth is an artist and writes poems and short essays on the light side of
living with blindness. Her writings have appeared in The Avocet, Magnets and Ladders, Plum Tree Tavern, The Handy Uncapped Pen, and the Blind Perspective. Carol was
born with glaucoma and has experienced decreased vision all her life. She has had
no vision for the last five years. Carol lives with her husband John. They ride a tandem
bike to enjoy nature. Carol gets her inspiration for her nature poetry from these rides.