John Crawford Poet Free verse

Mom With Prayer Shawl

Mom With Prayer Shawl 
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In this time of sorrow 
We are reminded, that none of us get out alive
Yet, I treasure the belief 
With remembering we all survive.
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On my last visit to Mom
She wore a shawl
Draped over her thin shoulders.
“The shawl is so beautiful, Mom.”
“Yes, Son, I love the soft blue.”
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“The other day a young woman 
Came to my room, opened a box, 
And there was the shawl. 
She said members of the church,
Crochet prayer shawls. 
The young woman asked 
If I would accept this Shawl of Hope 
With their love and prayers. 
Now, Son, I didn't
Mean to make you cry.”
“I know, Mom, but you always said
I was a sensitive guy. 
I wrote it in my diary.”
“You and that diary...
One can't get away with anything.”
“Nope, I got it all on paper
And treasure it.”
Mom looked at me with tears
And asked me to come closer.
She whispered, 
“I am being warmed
By loving hands
Responsible for each
Entwined strand of wool. 
The shawl is blessed with hope 
And its warmth
Keeps fear out in the cold.”
“I will sit by you, Mom, 
And feel its warmth.”
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