Mother Mary Called to Me
by Amy Saxon Bosworth

One day you finally knew

House quiet dawn
Stopping to read the flyspecked curled paper pinned to the wall

You knew though the voices kept shouting bad advice

A fast shower then tugging clothes over your still damp body

Though the whole house began to tremble

In the gym locker room someone yelled get home fast

You knew what you had to do

Running on the icy parking lot
Skidding on the mountain roads

Though the wind pried

Door flung wide
You threw your body on your child
Taking the blows without flinching

And there was a new voice

Gathering quickly what you could
Clothes
Children
Your heart

And still Mary spoke to you

The poem ripped as it was pulled from the wall

As you strode deeper and deeper

800 miles of prayers and rage
Tears blurring the yellow lines
Bruises blossoming

Determined to do the only thing

Clutching the fragile paper in your fist
Beating the steering wheel

Determined to save the only life you could

And still she calls to me
In the early morning
Safe now she whispers