Collected Poems 19
Sisters of Mercy
Cresson, Pa.
We went to the graveyard to find them
The nuns from grade school days
Lying beneath their stones,
All there except one,
The delicate nun with soft hands
The one we took music lessons from.
Alone with her now
In the convent parlor
Bending over her piano
She plays songs they had sung together
And hears herself humming, she said,
When standing out among the stones,
Tearless, she confided,
For having to wait so long.
She looks away
But keeps on playing,
Not lifting her eyes
From off her soft white fingers
Trembling lightly
On yellowish ivory keys.
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About Sisters of Mercy in Butler Pa.
Sisters of Mercy
Cresson, Pa.
We went to the graveyard to find them
The nuns from grade school days
Lying beneath their stones,
All there except one,
The delicate nun with soft hands
The one we took music lessons from.
Alone with her now
In the convent parlor
Bending over her piano
She plays songs they had sung together
And hears herself humming, she said,
When standing out among the stones,
Tearless, she confided,
For having to wait so long.
She looks away
But keeps on playing,
Not lifting her eyes
From off her soft white fingers
Trembling lightly
On yellowish ivory keys.
Next Home
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About Sisters of Mercy in Butler Pa.
Albert Ledoux