Wrinkled hands with bit back nails
blend vinegar and color
Wax resists
And he insists
that children have forgotten.
And colors swirl
As memories whirl
she curls her mind around them.
Brilliant spheres
For no one here
For no one hears her humming.
Songs of praise
Someday, she prays
Smooth small palms will join hers.
In waving palms
In singing psalms
In celebrations ever
Halleluiah!
Words by Stephanie Peters. Photo response by Sadie Myers.
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