Thanks: Barbara Bloom
Under the Wayne Street Bridge.
It was a busy place.
Keeping up with past and present happenings in a remarkable small town.
RSM Cemetery, Cresson, Pa.
We went to the graveyard to find themThe nuns from grade school daysLying beneath their crosses,All there except one,The delicate nun with soft handsShe whom we took music lessons from.
Alone with her nowIn the convent parlorBending over her pianoShe plays songs they had sung together.And hears herself hummingWhen standing out among the crosses,Tearless, she confided,For having to wait so long.
She looks awayBut keeps on playing,Not lifting her eyesFrom off her soft white fingersTrembling lightlyOn yellowish ivory keys.
Photo: Albert Ladoux