Mother’s Handkerchiefs

Written by Sr. Jane M. Abeln -- U.S. Province
Art by John William Godward (1917), Under the Blossom that Hangs on the Bough

When you, Mother, offered me hankies
from your mahogany dresser drawer,
I declined those sweet-scented servants
though their corners curled up their hands
toward me. I thought how you’d need them
to catch drops of your sorrows and joys.


How could I know, in just three days,
I'd lift those orphans to my eyes
to drown them in a salty bath.
If only they could stem the blood
from the bullet-speed car that sent you
into God’s own loving Arms.


Now these pale ladies connect me
with your kindest heart and hands
that caressed away my tears.
I pour into them my secret thoughts
as I remember you, and feel
your soft touch on my cheek still.


3rd Place, Poetry Contest ‘07
Alfred H. Baumann Library
West Paterson NJ, USA
(Revised slightly since award)