Pieta
Sitting on the floor with a bundle
in her hands, cannot let go.
Experienced before in a cradle
but then with joy and glow
With an aching heart she holds
on to him, praying an eye will
open for one last look, she prays,
in her heart it will be a thrill
The sorrow felt in her heart
cannot so easily be calmed.
Gazing at His face so sweet
But now sleeping and cold
With caution she mourns, there will be gain
of the promise that they will meet again
Painting’s title: PIETA
The sorrow felt by the Virgin Mary at the death of her son Jesus
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