Curio Nun
CURIO NUN
placed in the palm of my hand,
a wee little nun with praying hands.
this tiny sculpture hugged
my heart, at once filled my eyes
with salty tears.
certainly my Aunt
leans on my shoulder
as my cousin presents
this precious gift.
Auntie’s curio cabinet
with doors fly open,
empty out,
but these joyous woman
with habits
still inhabit her home
in the tender part of my soul.
this sentiment,
different then the one i left
for dear sweet Auntie,
but the perfect Sister Folk
for me.
not only do i hold and look
at the details, but
my fingers slide
over her steepled hands,
as if they are mine
and Auntie’s and this little curio nun’s,
and i’m reminded of
the God-given satisfaction,
handed-down responsibility
to pray for kith and kin.
may YOU be so blessed.
11/3/2019
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2019
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