Sr Rose OP

Sister Rose OP

Sister Rose had acne:
Pink blotches on her cheeks.

And long black eye lashes
That fluttered when we slouched.

She smelled like baby powder
And ivory soap.

And wrung her hands
If we mumbled lame excuses.


Her fingers counted rosary beads
While we lined up.

Girls and boys separately!
In second grade.

I sat up straight for her
A statue girl with beating heart.

Jeanne Poland 7/19/11

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