It is just now I can speak of it...
Stole Away Quilt
By Jacquelyn Hughes Mooney©09
When you stole away the quilt with nary a thought
of its grieved away heartbreak/ you took with you/ snatching away/ a something that was not yours to have/ when you stole away that quilt/ of 88 years of living/whose breath/has now been stolen/when the life/was blown away/lost now/ with Katrina winds/in a Mississippi rising/when you stole away that quilt/wrinkled hands/
matching brow/with sounds ‘n symbols/of kidnapped lives/ that were seized/when you
stole away that quilt
All right reserved JHM 4-1-09©
By Jacquelyn Hughes Mooney©09
When you stole away the quilt with nary a thought
of its grieved away heartbreak/ you took with you/ snatching away/ a something that was not yours to have/ when you stole away that quilt/ of 88 years of living/whose breath/has now been stolen/when the life/was blown away/lost now/ with Katrina winds/in a Mississippi rising/when you stole away that quilt/wrinkled hands/
matching brow/with sounds ‘n symbols/of kidnapped lives/ that were seized/when you
stole away that quilt
All right reserved JHM 4-1-09©
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