Sisters of Mercy ~ Teachers

RSM Cemetery, Cresson, Pa.

Sisters of Mercy

 

We went to the graveyard to find them

The nuns from grade school days

Lying beneath their crosses,

All there except one,

The delicate nun with soft hands

She whom 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,

When standing out among the crosses,

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.

Photo: Albert Ladoux