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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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Date: 11/5/2019 4:37:00 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
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Kim Rodrigues
Date: 11/5/2019 6:14:00 AM
Thank you and for the understanding. My cousin visited and placed this special figurine into my hand. Be blessed, Judy xx
Date: 11/5/2019 12:38:00 AM
It is gorgeously done, and such a tribute to the little moments being some of the best days of our lives.
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Kim Rodrigues
Date: 11/5/2019 6:12:00 AM
Thank you, Caren!
Date: 11/4/2019 1:32:00 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.
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Kim Rodrigues
Date: 11/4/2019 2:35:00 PM
Thanks for sharing your story, Jennifer! Hugs...Kim
Date: 11/4/2019 2:57:00 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.
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Kim Rodrigues
Date: 11/4/2019 5:35:00 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.
Date: 11/3/2019 6:32:00 AM
Loving memories...that live on...Nice one Kim
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Kim Rodrigues
Date: 11/3/2019 6:53:00 AM
Thank you, Arturo!

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