The Passion of my Mother

By: Brenli

One time, I forget the date

I went with a friend to watch

“The Passion of the Christ”

And it nearly made me cry.

I come home two hours later

And you have your arms in the sink.

You’ve scratched the sores too much

And the redness drips on the porcelain.

Suffering the burning feeling for

Endless days and nights

I’m surprised your skin isn’t

All gone

Leaving muscles and tendons

Exposed to the cruel weather.

In spite of the pain and loss

Of life’s sweet blood

You manage the softest smile

And remain the greatest mother,

The best of all wives.

I remember watching Jesus on the silver screen,

His back lashed with whips,

And the wounds made me think of you.

HE made me think of you,

Your forgiving smile,

Forgiving the merciless sores from which

You bleed into that kitchen sink.

I went with a friend to watch

“The Passion of the Christ”

And it nearly made me cry.

For you.