Kim Rodrigues Poet Free verse

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

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Judy Ball November 5, 2019 at 4:37 AM It's very awe inspiring to be in the home of someone you knew so well who has passed on. To touch their things and remember that this person is now gone forever but they existed and always will in your heart. This is a very special piece my friend. God Bless, JB Kim Rodrigues November 5, 2019 at 6:14 AM Thank you and for the understanding. My cousin visited and placed this special figurine into my hand. Be blessed, Judy xx

Caren Krutsinger November 5, 2019 at 12:38 AM It is gorgeously done, and such a tribute to the little moments being some of the best days of our lives. Kim Rodrigues November 5, 2019 at 6:12 AM Thank you, Caren!

Jennifer Proxenos November 4, 2019 at 1:32 PM I love this poem Kim - especially because it is about a nun - a special little sculpture with praying hands - such a great deal of feeling in this poem. I was at a Dominican Convent school all my high school years - one of my friends (Wendy), joined the Dominican Order in our last year of school, their names are changed - she became Sister Oliver, and none of us could get used to calling her this, so until we left school, she remained Wendy for us! Hugs and blessings, Jennifer. Kim Rodrigues November 4, 2019 at 2:35 PM Thanks for sharing your story, Jennifer! Hugs...Kim

Panagiota Romios November 4, 2019 at 2:57 AM Great poem Kim. I Stll have curios, paintings and other things ny Mom loved, . This work got me in a special way because I wanted to be a nun, and my Dad was against it. I loved their black dresses. And their kindness most of all. I miss the long dresses they wore. I see a poem coming, Well written. Your values and humility~ sparkle In all your poetry, thank you. I was taught by the sisters of Nazareth for 8 tears. 4 years in HS by both the Domican nuns and Jesuit prists. Love, Panagiota. Kim Rodrigues November 4, 2019 at 5:35 AM Thank you so much and for sharing your memory. My great Aunt was a nun from when she was 14 - expected of her. She was a Mother Superior for a little bit. Showed up with another sister with tons of gifts for our family. When I had kids, we visited her and the nuns were so kind to the young ones.

Arturo Michael November 3, 2019 at 6:32 AM Loving memories...that live on...Nice one Kim Kim Rodrigues November 3, 2019 at 6:53 AM Thank you, Arturo!