Holy

Mother Mary's bedroom,
where graying hairs lay sewn into a brush.
Baby powder scented sheets,
wooden crosses above.
Clean. Sacred. Divine.

Mother Mary's kitchen,
where Doris Day sings you awake.
The magic Treble Clef dances on the
Sweet N' Low packet.
Petal. Pink. Shake.

Mother Mary's bathroom,
with Precious Moments pictures and shag carpet.
With the brightest night light plug in,
and porcelain figurines.
Pert. Ivory. White Rain.

Mother Mary's living room,
where itchy Afghan blankets collect dust.
Only four stations on her woodgrain TV.
The storm door stays open until the
streetlight's beckon for rest.
Sacred Heart. Cross legged on the floor. Peace.