Thursday, April 21, 2016

R is for Rosary

If I close my eyes, I can see it:
black beads with an aurora borealis finish that
glistened as they passed through her fingers.

I can't think of a day that my mother hasn't
prayed on her Rosary.

My mother is Roman Catholic,
and for her, praying the rosary is just a part
of her everyday routine.

She prays for a lot of things.
I know she prays for me.
It's her time for reflection.
It's her faith.

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