Saints and Sinners
She was my countercharm against his intriguing
disbelief. The one who twinkled green and gold
on holidays and shared her mother’s religion
beneath a rose-hued lamp. He kept his mouth shut
while she dangled tinsel from his fingers--speaking
for eternity of angels and resurrections.
Between Easter programs and Christmas songs,
only his saintly tolerance kept them in harmony
while she wept for his soul.
(Published in Ken Again* 2009)
