The Image Mother Mary
Her portrait had always hung there
over the mantle
taking warmth from the fire
I looked upon it
her face so full of grace
I felt I had come to know her
her image so ingrained in my mind
so long my wall had adorned her
her face so lovely so full of grace.
Copyright © Julie Achilles | Year Posted 2020
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