Easter At the Nursing Home
When bread
is this good
a morsel
will suffice
and when wine
is this good
a sip is enough
for the wraiths
and specters
coming toward
the altar now
on crutches
walkers
in wheel chairs
celebrating
the last Easter
some of them
will know
as they await
a resurrection
of their own.
Donal Mahoney
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