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To carry on our love of all things poetry and to keep the energy high, I will continue to post poems by the contributing poets to the anthology until the Colorado Book Awards on May 21, 2017 (info by clicking here).


Today’s poem is by contributing poet: Kari Redmond

Pieta in Black and White

The pediatric oncologist leaves the room,
nurses remove the life support lines;
relatives and friends cluster around the bed,
but the mother holding her dead son is alone.

A man walks into this room,
visited each day, knelt with her in prayer,
he speaks of compassion, not chemotherapy,
reads blessings, touched her child.

Now, she grasps
his extended hand;
her proud ancestry, the Mayflower;
his consequential roots, the Amistad.