Mother
This perfect unforgettable incident occurred
during the summer I'd turned four years old
kneeling awaiting the four o'clock flowers
to open and close again I expressed this
sudden experience as the outward action
why in my tiny soul this truly meant
during four o'clock mass Mary appears
as she takes the flowers breath away a simple
sigh just for a small unseen moment
why seen only by the naked eyes of the innocent
bystander awaiting her arrival I would feel so serene
afterwards keeping my eyes apon the flowery vines
the sun would shine so bright as the image of Mary
appeared every time sometimes she'd be weeping
other times she would just hover above me
with an enchanting smile of pure pleasure
watching a child understand the meaning
of the outward action she would sometimes gesture
towards the father the holy spirit the presence
of fire burning just beneath my breast bone
I'd always kneel weeping afterwards
virtue had taken away all of my fearful inquires
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