Marie's Wish - A Poem
She spent her whole hard life
Waiting for the bread to rise
And she writes all of her secrets
In a diary just one more time
She's gone to light her petitions
To the saints in her cathedral
Got to be back by suppertime
To feed all her people...
...and she covers the face of her son
She says she'll see him
When the judgement comes...
She gives the the last crumbs away
Because the cupboards are bare
Says she gives her devotions
To whomever is there
She's a hooker, wife, and mother
Someone's daughter, someone's lover
Says she saves her redemptions
In a will for all the others...
...and she covers her hair in the sun
Wonders when her seventh day will come...
She takes up the handle of her hammer
As she bites on the nails
In the back of her mouth
She hammers once for the Father
And twice for the miracle
Hangs her tryptich of Jesus
On the pyramid wall
Tells the lives of the prophets
Come down to save us all
She don't have time to think about it
Ask her anything but to doubt it...
...and she lays her head to rest
She knows that she's done her best...
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